Follow the light

Has it been a busy time or what. Work, uni, assignments, projects, a bit of social life (yeah I do try to have one) and all the rest of it. But the light is appearing now at the end of the tunnel, and it's shining bright, very bright. I can almost touch it, a couple of steps and I will be out of the tunnel and into better times... I'm exaggerating of course. We all know that a) I'm a geek and love going to uni and b) I don't mind a bit of stress. In fact, if I'm not very busy, I usually find more stuff to do, as in "Oh, I've got a couple of hours spare in the afternoon, maybe I could start learning Chinese". But I do look forward to spending some very lazy time when exams are over. Wasting some serious time. I think wasting time is fantastic. I don't get the chance to do it very often, so when I do, I do it well. Anyway, I feel great actually. Things are looking rosy. And I'll keep you posted on the wasting time activities when it gets to it. Can't wait.

The bewitching wine

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken. (Homer, 800 BC - 700 BC)



I can't believe how tired I am today. Honestly, I don't think I ever even knew this level of tiredness existed. I can only move really slowly and barely find the strength to walk, talk or lift my arm. I'm too exhausted to listen to the music in my discman- now that's definitely never happend to me before. It's a bit scary, really.

It's all table seven's fault. They stayed back at the restaurant last night forever and just would not leave. I was all done at about midnight, but I was having a knock-off drink with my manager and two of the boys and thought I might as well wait, so I could share a cab ride. Table seven ended up having more wine and so did we. But when they finally left at maybe 1.15am, we must have forgotten that we were actually waiting for them and just stayed. I ended up going to bed around 3am and couldn't sleep for a little while as my bed kept on moving around. When I woke up this morning, my brain didn't seem to be functioning properly, which is working out really well for the news feature I need to write on. Oh evil red wine, bewitching me like that.

...when we long to move the stars

Human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars... (Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The pleasures of procrastination

God, I love procrastinating. Suddenly, absolutely everything can be fun, just because you’re not supposed to be doing it. Even doing the laundry or re-organising your files feels like a guilty pleasure while you really should be working on something else. I think it would be fair to say that the main reason I started this blog is to have a great procrastinating opportunity while I should be studying. And it certainly works. Look at me. Guilty as charge.

A ridiculously good mood

I love it when I suddenly find myself in the middle of a mood so ridiculously good that nothing can harm me. It happened to me the other day, for no apparent reason. I was at uni, working on an assignment, which is definitely not the kind of thing that would usually make me feel ecstatic, but hey, when happiness comes over me, I’m never one to refuse. I got a couple of e-mails that were quite funny, but being in the mood I was, I found them absolutely hysterical and could not stop laughing for the rest of the day. I ended up ducking into the CD shop on my way to work later on and bought Bright Eyes’ masterpiece “I’m wide awake it’s morning”. Which is so beautiful that I was now most deeply convinced life was nothing less than pure gold. Conor Oberst sang “Yours is the first face that I saw, I think I was blind before I met you” into my ear and I grinned at the people walking past me so much that they looked confused. I wish I could catch that feeling and put it into my pocket and take a bite of it every time I like.

The beginning

Welcome to my brave new world. Please step through the doors of my humble kingdom and be my guest. God knows what you're in for. But you'd better be scared. Very scared. :-)