Who are you?

Blurb. I had my final first year board meeting today and passed. I'm now officially a second year PhD student. I guess this must be on my business card very soon... blurb. The meeting was alright. My work was basically ripped into pieces by my chair and the supervisor. But it's not so bad. I still can use my theoretical part later on when I have done my research. It's just all too confusing. Blurb. Anyhow, the first year is done. I can't believe it. The year flew just by. In two years (theoretically) I will finish. Blurb.

The something else. For years there was a song in my mind. It went like "New Orleans, uh uh, I really wanna know, New Orleans, uh uh uh uh". A few weeks ago I saw The Who performing this song on TV. So I started a comprehensive search on the internet. But I couldn't find anything. No even lyrics or so. I asked a couple of people if they would know the title of the song. But no one did. Today I couldn't stand it any longer and sang it to a friend. And he just said it's Who are you, and not New Orleans or the like. Hm. I just heard what I wanted. Ha. Uh uh uh uh. New Orleans, who are you? I really wanna know. I like these lyrics at the end: I spit out like a sewer hole, Yet still recieve your kiss, How can I measure up to anyone now. After such a love as this?
Here you are.



Otherwise than this, I'm going to be hyperactive now. ADS. Blurb. I'm strolling around in my flat and dance and jump and sing and hum and makes noises and clap hands and eat corner joughurts and jump and sing and dance. Dummdidumm.