…is lost! But since a large group of people (4 max) have borderline molested me to get back to writing on my poor, neglected, possibly gone homicidal blog, I finally gave in, yet because of the fact that my muse is only alive during the days of pain and suffering that my beloved university offers, I had to wait until the best effing holiday of my life ended. Yes, the absolute best, the boss of all holidays. It is true that the days in Paris are eternally etched upon my soul as the best possible experience (at least one you can share with your best friends), but a care-free summer spent on the timeless streets of Florence and afterwards, on the beaches, boulevards and in the works of art of Barcelona really takes the whole concept of holiday to a new level. I wanted to write an in-depth article about Barcelona and I probably will one day when the melancholy will overcome me and drive me to tears, but there is just so much to say and so much to explain that I am afraid the Internet might overflow. See, in my obvious laziness I am only thinking about the greater good of the world. Still, perhaps one day…
Last year it was Paris, this year Florence. To make myself clear, I am talking about the one in Italy, not the numerous ones in America (they apparently have a Florence in most states there). I shouldn’t even have to mention the fact that it was awesome and perfect, but of course I will write an entire post about it. Enjoy!
7:31 AM. Bloodshot. Frustrated. A bit nauseous. Barely 6 hours of effing sleep. So this post will not be deep, interesting or relevant to the normal, level-headed reader. It is, however, a way to express my incomprehensible anger at being forced to live near the recently opened borders of the Twilight Zone.
Alas, I have not yet succumbed to natural or unnatural causes, except perhaps to my own laziness. I know I have not posted in ages, and to be honest, I was not going to any time soon, seeing as I am in finals and it’s much too hot outside, and I am bored out of my mind, and also, if I have not mentioned, I am in finals. Still, I feel like I will not be able to move on with my day unless I share my grievances. My present grievance, of course, for if I even attempt to enlist all that abuses my nerves, well…I will probably miss tomorrow’s exam due to the inability to leave the computer.
First of all, I need to apologize for my complete lack of posts in 2011. I suck as a human being, but the past 2 month have been an infectious pile of compost. I will not even discuss them, the memories are too messed up. In short: crappy, depressive beginning of 2011, disgusting last week of the first semester of the third year of suffering, worst finals of my life, and the crappy part is, I am basically still in finals, because the mentality of the retards that take student-related decisions is something on the line of: “Hey, it sucks, but let’s make it suck even more! Because ass-licking is our favourite passtime, and if we do it, everyone has to join in! YAY!” I wish a slow, painful death on the people who decided that it is a good idea to force 4 exams in 3 weeks and who moved the second set of exams one week after the first. I hope you scream like little bitches.
AKA This Week Sucked and I Shall Accept No Other Opinion.
If my last post can be best described as a sponge of misery basked in a sea of anger, than this post will probably be the complete opposite. Well, maybe not complete, but still. A little more on the positive side of things. After all, it’s a Saturday right? That means that the Lab of Death is 2 whole days away, and there are no exams next week! Yay!
Considering the fact that lately I’ve only written reviews, I will use this break from mind-boggling C/UNIX (my fellow victims know what I am talking about) to write a post which describes neither movie nor novel, at least not in extreme detail.
Or “TV is seriously humiliating Hollywood!”
We all know that the Summer of 2010 was one of the weakest and most worthless when it comes to movies. Christopher Nolan saved the cinema and probably the entire artistic universe with Inception, a movie whose ass should be kissed for at least 10 more years. In my opinion, it’s THAT good. But it truly is sad to not be able to see anything else that is notable and worthy for 2 whole months. I mean, sure, I did go, and I did spend money on all kinds of crap (including Tom Cruise crap, and I still hate myself for it), and even though some films were okay (more like okay-ish), I still had to work hard to convince my friends (and, sadly, myself) to go see stuff. And no, I have not seen Toy Story 3, because I despise the franchise. Say whatever you want, I just can’t be a fan. I am sick of badly made 3D, of over-priced tickets, of cinematic rape. The Last Airbender can go and die, I’ve seen the anime and it is splendid. It should be best to just ignore the fact that the movie has ever been made. The Prince of Persia was okay only due to Gemma Aterton. Salt was horrendously boring and lame and I despise Angelina Jolie’s anorexia and the predictability of her role. Iron Man 2 I liked, but considering the fact that I worship anything Downey Jr touches, this should not surprise anyone. The A-Team was again, just okay, and the Expendables I missed, unfortunately, and I had been looking forward to see it with my dad for old times’ sake (I grew up watching corny action movies with my dad, by the way, and sometimes I miss the senseless violence, cheap jokes and quick, unsatisfying sex scenes that I wasn’t allowed to watch anyway because I was around 8-10 years old).
Due to popular demand (aprox. 10 people asked me why the F did I stop writing on my blog), and because I need one more excuse to do stuff on my comp which is NOT related to studying, and also because my bro has just told me that my domain will expire in 3 months if I don’t prolong it, I decided to return to my poor, overly ignored baby blog. Hmm, if it used to be a baby back in January, and it grew into a wee toddler in March-April, right now I suppose it could be cataloged as an ignored, angry pre-teen. Alas, time is fickle, and laziness is even more so.
So, back to me. The summer was, more or less a loss of time and life. The exam period was murder, and the remnants of July were felt throughout the summer. The autumn failed to bring much victory, but at least I managed to pass one exam. The other was cruelly kept from me, but fortunately, it is not without hope. During the actual summer holiday, there were only 2 weeks when I felt useful to myself and society: the weeks of summer practice. I met great people, truly inspiring and friendly, who were amazingly patient with me, and I will forever be in their debt. I am looking forward to seeing them again. I learned a lot, and I received fulfilling confirmation related to my theory: University does not equal Real Life. To the geeks who thrive on this concept: think again!
Finally, after the horrible tribulations in the early autumn, I received the ultimate gratification: Paris! Oh, la vie boheme Parisienne! My heart stays in Paris, and I weep for the white buildings with gorgeous iron railings and black roofs. For the endless boulevards and the falling autumn leaves. For the unequaled relationship between the old and the new. For the gold that kisses the countenance of kings and cherubs and gods. For the immortality of art and love. I will not tell the story of 4 best friends in Paris on this page because it is too long, too beautiful and I tell it better verbally, but a poem inspired by the experience will be available soon.
Now for current events. University sucks more than ever! Seriously, its level of suckiness is beyond all imagination. I am almost at a loss for words, but since I am back on the blog track, I will detail my frustration in entries to come.
However, the greatest suffering has come in the form of an eye infection. In some cultures it is known as aliens laying eggs in one’s eyes. In my native language it is known as “ulcior”. I have never had this crap before. It hurts when I blink, I feel my eye being raped, and it doesn’t help that I have to keep it covered in antibiotic almost all day long. Life has cheated me through dust or some kind of staphylococcus. I am told this is quite common, but it sucks when it happens to you! Damn you, left eye! And today, when my mum finally managed to drag me to the eye hospital (I have this issue with hospitals, and doctors, unless we are talking about Dr. House), I get this stupid piece of advice from the doctor who spent, oh, under 5 minutes on my inflamed eye: boost your immunity by:
1) ingest yeast (yeah, right, like that will happen)
2) drink milk with yeast in it (WTF)
3) become an alcoholic (well, not necessarily) by drinking unfiltered beer, since it contains yeast
4) some eco bull crap medicine
Now, the problem with number 3 is that I despise beer. I prefer wine, liquor, vodka, cocktails, cognac, champagne, and just about ANYTHING that doesn’t taste and smell like urine. Yes, I am a snob when it comes to booze. And no, I am not an ethanol abuser. But some Swedish coffee (that contains everything BUT coffee) never hurt anyone, hehe!
Alas, I must leave you, dear readers. And by dear readers I mean the poor people I am about to spam with my blog entry. Sorry, but do comment if you’ve enjoyed at least one paragraph of my nostalgic ramble. I would cry right now, because I missed you and I missed writing for you, and I missed my pretty background, but if I cried, I would get disgusting eye cream all over my face. Ewww. I am disgusted with myself.
And lastly, since I was too lazy to write a mini novel about Paris on this blog, I hope pictures really are worth 1000 words. Enjoy:
From the Eiffel Tower
the lucky bastards who saw Paris in all its glory!
Au Clair De La Lune, mon ami Tour Eiffel
if everything works out, that will be my future building...one of them
That fountain never works! Still, Versailles is gorgeous!
Notre Dame de Paris
Naughty boys!
Le Louvre: we saw it all (90%) in 3 hours! We are beyond godlike!
HAPPY! YAAAY! I SAW THE LOUVRE! MUST. GO. AGAIN.
view from the Arc du Triomphe...
Sun sets more beautifully in Paris
my best friends
me and my precious
Ok, so I have about 400 pics in total. You didn’t expect to see them all, did you?
