Chapter 6.6 - June 2024 - Values

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Inges Notes:

 

 

I woke up feeling good this morning. The final exam of our 6^th semester at university, and after this we would have enough credits for a bachelor's degree. I had a good feeling for this one, I had just been doing better and better at everything. This past year has truely been the year where I feel like I have begun to master the arts of being a student and living the university life... getting good grades, going to parties and making friends, making a true long lasting friend in Samantha.. life could not be better at this point...

I could not fail, that would be impossible... I was certain of it, I had to tell myself that I was certain of it, to keep all my thoughts of being a failure at bay.. that was just not an option. This looked like such a fine day, it could not go wrong...

..and it didn't! Though I found myself in the shadows afterwards, because we were always told to use the opposite entrance after every exam, I could feel the sunlight radiating out from inside of me.. Yeah, I know that sounds strange, but that's what if felt like! I had passed, and I had a degree! A university degree! Inge Reppe, Bachelor of Arts!

Now passing the exam made me hungry, so I ran over to the coffee shop for a lunch, but well... not very surprising, there was nobody there behind the counter... How is that place still in business? The people working there are the laziest in town... I wonder why...

Instead I tried my luck ordering a curry wurst at the summer time bar above the bowling alley, and that's when it hit me again. My trusted old 'friend', miss self doubt... It shouldn't be happening, I am successful! Or maybe not yet, but.. I'm on my way to... becoming something... I have to tell myself.. but the feeling is still hard to shake off.. and I guess the bartenders t-shirt was perhaps a little triggering...

I know, it's just a band t-shirt, and there's no way she picked it this morning to mock me.. as if she knew I was going to show up right there to order food, but still.. I'm just so ridic... no! I need to stop telling myself these things, I need to snap out of it.. permanently.. if only I knew how... I'm hoping that maybe with time it will go away.. that with increasing maturity my sense of self worth will also get better.. or something like that.. I wish I was one of those people that could just enjoy the moment and taste the curry for what it is..

Well, either way... even if my taste buds aren't always tuned in to experience the true palates of life, food always helps for a while to get me out of the slumps... and set me back on course of my own self-determined mission... to improve my skills in the arts. A bachelor's degree is only the beginning, I think... the beginning of something that I hope will be great.. the beginning of something great..

Determination is key... that's one thing I have learnt from my dear Olli.. for the past year he has been pretty relentless I should say when it comes to his science, collecting samples and spending hours upon hours in the lab.. I admire him for that, and I am proud of him, but... then again, does it have to be that all consuming? Sometimes I find myself wondering if we're still a couple.. I mean, I know we are, we still sleep in the same bed.. and it seems, that's all we do...

Anyway, finally I finished my painting of the parking lot.. Looking at it, the choice of a dark violet colour palette is probably best described as bold.. It's definately going to grab peoples attention, a colour typically associated with wealth, status, power and luxury... now laid over this otherwise grey and dull parking lot, I think it gives the picture a dramatic flair.. as a symbol of where we are headed.. with our constant craving for more and more and more, we are building our own demise... I don't know if I'm hitting the mark here, but I want this picture to serve as a wake-up call to the viewer.. and if it doesn't I'll just have to try again...

There is of course a certain irony then, that to get around sometimes I still prefer my old rusty Big Lemon.. not gonna say how much it uses per mile, but it's thirsty... Well, since Olli was still at his exam, I had messaged Samantha to hang out until he finished..

It's funny how fate can bring people together.. In high school I thought that Olli was the love of my life.. and he is, I think... but I don't know.. and at the same time, I feel that me and Samantha, we are so much alike, we're like twin souls too, in a way... well, sometimes..

        Maybe she's right when she says that I'm a little to dreamy, but I have to wonder... we're all part of the same universe, and as Olli says, made of the same building blocks.. so why can't it be "written in the stars"? Surely I would have expected Samantha to know what I was talking about, but.. she says that's not excactly how it works.. apparently it's not that simple...

Then it just slips out of me, talking about the future.. whether it's gonna happen now or in a couple of years, I do hope that I will settle down with my Olli and start a family and become a full time mother, and a full time painter and writer.. I think that should be doable.. I can sense that my ideas are not for everyone, and though I don't see myself as typical 'tradwife' material, well.. if somebody wants to say that about me, they're not completely wrong either... It's just what I feel is the correct life for me, and who's there to tell me what I can and cannot do?
        I would happily support anyone that wants to spend their life in a corporate job or whatever, even though that would be a nightmare to me personally, because at the end of the day I support everybody's right to choose their own path in life... and it's not like I wouldn't be making money to support my family.. I hope.. if I can make success as an illustrious author...

 

When Oliver Freddy finally came around he was greeting Samantha first and not me, when clearly I am the... when clearly he should have greeted me first, because I'm his girlfriend and not.. Well, maybe he just had his brain to filled up with his scientific thinking to think straight.. Yeah, I get it, she's a werewolf and all, and genetically that is very fascinating, but come on...

Figures he didn't come around to talk to me after he'd gotten another invitation to a party over at Harold Assanges house. I don't get how he does it, still staying popular when all he is able to focus on is his scientific projects... I had to work hard, really hard, just to experience a fraction of his popularity, and he gets it just like that, without doing anything... I don't get it.. how can that be? But I better just smile and grin as best as I can. It certainly won't do me any good if I were to cause a scene about it... I guess certain things just comes more natural to some people..

        I could never see him painting like I do, for one, and I would probably never be able to completely wrap my head around his DNA research... so what can I do here, but to surf this wave attending the party as his accessory... like any good tradwife would do, right? Pfft... I'm not a tradwife just because I like to stay at home cooking, I just want to do what I want to do.... and a party might just be a good arena to increase my own social standing and prove that I am perfectly capable of standing on my own two feet, because I am...

..and I wanted to keep it that way, so I decided to act sensibly at this party. If others wanted to reduce their ability to stand upright.. well, who was I to stand in their way? People live the life they want to live, and there would always be someone to facilitate their, in my opinion, poor decision making.. and if, at the end of the day, they should end up liking me better for helping them... I think that's a win-win situation... and besides, it's not like I haven't been there myself...

Samantha followed the same line of thought, of behaving responsibly and not letting the juice get the better of her, but she always did that anyway. Drinking poison is not a very werewolf thing to do – why contimate what nature has given you? In werewolf logic, that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't really seem like a bad logic at all... sure enough, it can be fun then and there, but is it worth it if the conseqences are a ruined body, mind and family...? 

        I don't really think so... I know all to well what it's like to get yourself ready to go to school all on your own with a mom sleeping on the couch stinking down everything with her alcohol breath... There isn't a toothpaste in the world capable of dealing with that, I'm sure... I would never do that to my family...

 

No, we all took it pretty chill at this party... Shortly before we left Samantha ended up in a heated argument with this weirdo in the kitchen after he had done an inkblot test on her to reveal her interest in fishing (that was pretty much everything she saw in the ink).....

...but it was his fault for berating her for not smiling enough or something like that.. which is such a weird thing to say out of the blue... Must be the juice talking... We all figured by then it was time to call it a night...

..before the situation escalated.. which would likely not have ended well for him... you don't want to mess with a werewolf...

 

Isn't it wonderful to have such friends? Well, I have to say, indeed it is.. but unfortunately at the end of the night Oliver Freddy didn't seem to be in the mood, and I was getting tired too, so I just walked upstairs and went to bed... alone...

Good night...

Oliver Freddys notes:

Inge had to hurry on and run as her exam was scheduled for the first slot this morning. Mine wasn't until way later in the day, so I had plenty of time to take it slow and relaxing. Making sure to feed Ansgar II so he didn't suffer the same fate as Ansgar I, then taking my time to care for the plants in my little garden.

Plants, fish, and all living creatures, we all have something in common and it is a dream of mine to uncover and unravel the secrets; to make it no longer a secret. To find what we all share, and to combine it into a new and better creature. I know it has to be possible. It's not an insane idea like my professors seem to think. I know, if I just keep working at it, I can prove them all wrong. This is the art of science. Imagine that.

After harvesting what my little garden could produced, naturally I would plant the seeds to expand my garden. One can never have to many, uh, test subjects. But don't get me wrong, I have the deepest respect for any plant or animal in my care, every living thing, and I will not subject them to harm. Atleast not any unnecessary harm. It will all be done in the name of science, for the greater good and the advancement and increased understanding of this world that we all share.

Now as it stands, none of my plants are mature and ready enough for me to sample their DNA, but I knew there were some on the side of that coffee shop. Its none of my business what use those plants have to them, but they are there and ready to be sampled, so of course, I will take advantage of that and use them for the benefit of my research. Those plants appear healthy, I just hope that those coffee shop jugheads will take good care of them. Nothing would pain me more than to watch a plant suffer unnecessarily, or worse, wither away and die.

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After having successfully extracted a sample I was approached by this horse. The horse, like myself, was clearly curious and I cannot blame it – however, as I assume is the case for most wild horses, it did not come with a friendly demeanor. It clearly marked its skepticism towards me, so I found it best to walk slowly away from it to observe it from a distance.

What a beutiful and fascinating specimen. So majestic, so elegant, in both posture and movement. I would need to exercise the task of befriending this enchanting creature to learn more about its nature and, of course, for it to allow me to take a sample of its DNA.

As I followed this wonder of the world I ran past a mother and her foal on the way. The mothers tail even beautifully braided – something which they could not have done themselves. Were these really wild horses? Clearly, the mother atleast, had to be accustomed to a certain degree of human contact, but seeing as I already had another horse in my sights, and the fact that she was with a foal, I found it best to leave them alone for now. I wouldn't want to risk getting in conflict with a mother whom I can only assume will do whatever it takes to protect her offspring. I could only jog past them in admiration – a mother is among the most precious inventions our world has to offer. There is no doubt about it.

As I stopped on the corner to gaze at my newfound brown equine friend, it became apparent what it was running towards. I could only conclude there was love in the air with the way he turned around to stand eye to eye and nozzle to nozzle with a very attractive (in the most scientific sense, mind you) dark brown horse with white spots. I have clearly struck gold here, if I can with time befriend them both. A sample of both of their DNA – I believe – will be next to invaluable. I had nothing to lose here, there was only one thing to do – to be brave and give it a shot.

I didn't have much experience with befriending the equine, but using what I have read I thought it best to do a slow and gentle approach free of sudden movements and loud noises so as to not create distress and upsetting emotions in my target. And lo and behold, my strategy worked and I was finally able to pet it. Mission accomplished, or atleast the first step of the mission.

I could have spent all day strenghtening the bond with the horses, but all that would be worthless if I do not have it on paper that I have completed and passed all my exams. So as it was, I had to leave the horses behind hoping to see them again soon enough.

Naturally I passed my exam, as I have with every exam before this one, and now it remains to be seen if I will get the grade I am hoping for – I don't want to have to come home for the holidays with a result that will disappoint my dear mother. I know how hard she has worked to put me here, so I cannot do that.

 

Upon collecting my phone after handing in the exam papers I noticed a message from Inge that she was hanging out at the bowling alley with Samantha, so I went over there to join them. However, they seemed all to be preoccupied with a game of foosball and from my judgement there was no more room for an additional player at their table.

There are many things in this world that can seek to inspire an individual, and for me one of those things is my girlfriend Inge. Me and her, we are in many ways very different, and I am not going to pretend that we haven't had our discussions in regards to our contrasting properties, the most distinct one perhaps being my interest in the tangible, the sciences and her leaning towards the more intangible, the arts.                     Regardless, my point here is that it might be of benefit for me to even practice the arts, to lift myself off of the rigid constraints of science and just, well, be creative. And here's to hoping that she will notice my efforts and be, perhaps, a little bit impressed by them... even though I can never be a true artist like she can, the very least I can do is to give it an attempt.

In that moment when I walked through the door in order to advertise my efforts to my chosen, my inamorata, I experienced an interruptus in the form of a phone call from one of my many acquaintances Harold Assange, informing me that he was hosting a juice keg gathering this evening in order to celebrate our successful performances on this semesters final examinations. I would be a fool to turn it down, I suppose, so I informed him that I would show up at his residence and queried him if it was acceptable to bring Inge and Samantha along, which, of course, it was.

Alas I missed out on the opportunity to boast about my journey into the world of artistry, but no use crying over spilt milk – I could always reveal it to her at a later time, or make new attempts, most likely with a slightly increased level of skill. And for old times sake, I have not forgotten my old ways of pranking.... not sure whose room I snuck into and whose laptop I messed around with, but it's all in good fun. Even a scientist, or perhaps especially a scientist, will benefit from letting loose every once in a while...

That being said... it had been a long day already, and I was exhausted. I am well aware that it is bad form to go to sleep at a social gathering, but from my judgement everyone for the most part was quite enjoying themselves and well on their way into the alternate reality that the contents of the juice keg upstairs would provide for them, so I concluded that me napping for a while on a couch in the basement was likely to go by unnoticed. In case it didn't, I could always pretend I fell asleep due to consumption myself.

It was unbeknownst to me what had occured during my slumber, but it was not difficult to notice a certain tension in the vehicle on our way back to the dorm. I could only assume that someone, in their inebriated state, had let their mouth run to come with an offensive remark to Samantha. I also concluded it would be best for my own safety to not make an inquiry into it and let them go to sleep.

The nap I had earlier had definately done me well, and I was not ready to rest just yet. Maybe ridiculous, but I enjoyed myself having a little dance party by myself in the hallway – with the music on a reasonable volume so as to not disturb anyones beauty sleep.

Then, before I was about to join them in their journey through dreamland I noticed the latest decorative addition to the walls of our dorm. A parking lot doused in purple – an interesting choice of motive and a bold choice of colour. Its perspective is some kind of semi-birds view I suppose, well, pardon my lack of knowledge with artistic terms. I count six cars lined up on a parking lot, and a lamp post front and center as well as an additional lamp post in the back, which has been cut off.
                There has to be some symbolism here that I am not catching on to. Fascinating. I cannot help but to wonder what this has to mean. My best, and in this field, uneducated, guess is that the cars represent vessels, perhaps for the human soul, but now they are parked facing each other. Could be about a conflict, even, one that appears to have no solution.. like a face off that has come to a stand still. I really don't know. I'm going to have to ask Inge about this in the morning. I also do not understand why she chose to paint it all in this purple-pink colour... this is above my head, that is for sure.

Good night.

 

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Other happenings:

Karoliiná Onébegajávrre and Kyle Heilman is now in a relationship.

Alexander Grey (one of Samanthas brothers) has moved in with Candy Mullis.

Samantha Grey was seen flirting with and kissing this guy after her exam. I didn't take note of his name, but will try to remember to do so if he appears again.

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