Wow, loooong time no write…Sorry. The past two weeks have been unimaginably crappy. School has tormented me more than ever, an exam has been failed once more (it wasn’t exactly a surprise) and I’ve had two very emotionally-consuming events. I shall tell you all about them.
So 13 is a crappy number? Think again. 13 is a flipping awesome number and this bizarre month of March (bizarre because it keeps snowing!), it has brought me nothing but joy. I’ll tell you all about it!
Three weeks ago, when I realized in horror that House MD would come back with an episode on the 8th of March, I panicked and almost freaked out! I cannot leave without my House fix, I seriously cannot. I am addicted to it, and it’s probably not Hugh Laurie’s fault (yes it is, for being a damned genius), and I could not fathom my existence without my weekly fix. And finally, I am complete again. And the episode was absolutely splendid.
Okay, this will be a very short post, more like a filler, but I simply fill too inspired right now not to write. The sad fact is that lately I’ve been either too busy, or too lazy, or in such a bad disposition, I found myself unable and unwilling to post. But it’s not fair to my poor little blog, so I will try to be more committed than that.
Ah, the great day in which the rest of the world doesn’t do anything special in particular, but which is still the most important day of my year has arrived! Yep, my birthday! It was last week but I was far too lazy to post on the 27th of February, so I’ll post now. It shall be a post describing the despicable first week of the new semester, containing some thoughts regarding my new age and a very important reminder about the reasons I am still torturing myself physically, emotionally and lastly, mentally in the university I hate more and more each semester.
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).
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.