As I promised in my previous post, I will write about the importance of music during finals. Since my winter session is OVER, I can now say that I would not have survived without music. I was basically kept alive, or in certain stages of “alive” with the help of my beloved soundtracks, playlists, oldies and newcomers. I will concoct a list of suggestions for all music lovers. Note that I said “music lovers”, not slaves of noise pollution, as is a vast part of my country’s population.
Finally OVER! Ola, people! I am back and I have missed my poor, ignored little blog, but I’ve been away on my sacred mountain trip. And when I say sacred, I don’t mean anything even remotely related to religion, ewww. But as I’m sure you know (if you’ve read “memoirs-of-2009-part-2-part-b” you should know), one of my life’s main plans is to start an annual tradition which consists of heading for my favourite mountain resort the day after finals. Well, that’s what I did, details about that coming soon (next post).
…but some have more and they piss me off like you wouldn’t believe! I’m not gonna talk about how the government is the greatest control freak since the ancient priests, or how World War 3 is actually fought today in the form of Terrorism vs. Everyone else. I am not gonna debate world hunger, global disasters and the oncoming apocalypse in which I do not believe (well, maybe in a million billion years, but definitely not in god-damned 2012), because these problems are so big and vast, they engulf more than just a country, a city, a person. They cover everything and, though I believe they can be taken care of through mass organization and collaboration, that’s not gonna happen due to my rant, or even in the near future. I wanna talk about small issues that have blossomed everywhere in a “society near you”.
Finally back after yet another epic exam, another mythical trial, another wasted weekend. Last week I couldn’t even act like a god over my blog and do admin stuff (I am still new with it, but I wanna add some upgrades, though I will probably ask Peter Steel to help me, his brain is slightly more capable of technical stuff), because apparently, I was no longer eligible for my god damned paid Internet! Yeah, don’t tell me about the unplugging and the replugging of the modem. I did that, probably 10 times. I restarted my poor comp until I thought it would grow hands and slap me. After bitching about it all day to my mum, I finally convinced her to call the stupid Internet provider and make a scandal on my behalf. The reason why I didn’t call? I called the last 100 times the net failed to magically bless my computer with a view upon the exterior world, and I got nothing relevant, and the net just came back eventually. But I did, however, get the annoying question, set on repeat: “Do you have an antivirus?” Oh my God, if I hear that question one more time, I will bite a piece out of my modem, go to one of the main offices in my town and spit it on a desk. Maybe then I would get quality service! But anyway, apparently, there was a huge meltdown or something and it lasted for 48 hours! After that, the net came back, but hey! Am I the only one who sees a problem in all this? I do not live in New York (unfortunately), I do not live in Paris (unfortunately, again). I live in a small town in a small country, and there are 400.000 people here, in total. I don’t see how it should take 48 hours to fix a Internet breakdown. It is beyond me, but apparently, I shouldn’t be so shocked, because one of my friends recently told me that she had to live 2 days without any electricity because of some local power outage. Yeah, in the 21st god damned century! So I guess having Internet is truly a luxury.
The joy I am feeling right now cannot be understood by just anyone. Veterans who returns from the war, having survived physically and mentally, might come close to understanding. I just found out that I passed the first exam of this series of finals, and believe me, it was like World War 3. It was hardcore, rough all the way to the bone marrow. And that 5 I took is more than enough to cause me this extreme euphoria. After rocking to “Back in Black” all night, probably freaking out my neighbours (the ones who weren’t already terrified after hearing me scream like a maniac when I found out I passed), I fell asleep feeling good about myself. Never mind the second exam I took yesterday and which I epicly failed. There were stressing circumstances involved.
This is a post from the past, sort of. I wrote it on Sunday, but due to a system block, I thought I would lose the text and I copy-pasted it in note-pad, after which I copy-pasted it back. It looked like crap, and it really didn’t help with the reading. So I re-wrote it. Now, because I liked how it initially turned out, I wrote it exactly the same, retyping after the old one. If there are mistakes, it’s because I utterly HATE re-typing, I can never follow the line correctly.
On a sadder tone today, because yesterday I found out that my best friend, Anna, isn’t feeling that well, actually, she might be looking at medical treatment and bed rest for a couple of weeks and my heart is crying each second I think about how unfair and terrible it is. My best hopes go to you, my dear, and that goes for all of us. My post will be about change, what it means, how it manifests itself, and why sometimes, we need to stop fighting it.