While presenting my report of a fictitious project at an examination seminar in statistics today, the professor thought it necessary to stop me and ask if I had actually performed the project for real. The project was me investigating the correlation between the number of work hours and psychological resilience amongst the population of Buffalo, NY.
Last night I woke up, got out of bed, went upstairs, and was just about to get in the shower when I realised that it was 1.30 A.M. Needless to say, I could return to bed and keep being Luke Skywalker for a few more hours.
After calling the two existing bookstores in Kalmar to see what they are planning for the release of Morrissey's Autobiography, I am at the moment a bit disillusioned.
After I had to spell the name to the book attendants and inform them who Morrissey is, and that he is in fact releasing, probably the most anticipated book of the year this week - it stood clear that Kalmar couldn't care less. After the news broke the other day that Mozz might appear in Gothenburg on Friday to sign his book, I, of course, got really excited and have for days been trying to justify a late week outing to the West Coast to the wife. But considering people will officially start queuing outside the book store today, Wednesday, I feel my chance of having a chat the rock legend is diminishing. So what's left is to buy the book online only to have no-one to talk to about it, since apparently kids today couldn't care less about real Rock n' Roll.
Again I am at the university library, just having finished a seminar that I feel went quite well. At the moment I am about to cram three chapters in hideously boring text book Before I go and get the munchkin from day care. If you are at the library right now and are having problem spotting myself, just look for the guy wearing a corduroy jacket with elbow patches and an Aldous Huxley book pretentiously sticking out of the right side pocket.
What's a couple of months between friends? Yes, it has been a while we last blogged together, but now we are together again, and I will do my best to keep my part of this relationship interesting and exciting. At the moment I am at the Uni library, so I haven't got any interesting pictures to show, apart from a turtle eating a strawberry and loving it!
While sitting in my study, writing informatics-papers to be able to (within months) collect the degree I started working on acquiring over ten years ago, I keep motivating myself by making a list of things I will allow myself to do once the diploma is on the wall. Today I added buying the new My Bloody Valentine album (mentioned in previous entries) to the mental schedule. A good thing is that I only have three more papers to write before I have the god damn degree. The bad thing is that the list is unrealistically long.
I bought an eight pack of bread rolls - when I come home there's only seven in the pack, and on my way out of the store I stopped at the bin to throw away paper scraping and receipts i had in my pockets.
I picked up a shirt I ordered online - it is the wrong colour, so now I have to send it back to Northern Ireland and call them and explain.
My co-writer and I had to spend all of today redoing everything we did yesterday because we didn't have all the theories straight when we started writing.
Thanks TB, for coming up with these black letter days!
The other day, in class, I got upset that I only got a B+ on a paper. Later while riding the bus home I said to myself "at least it was a passing grade. that's all that really matters." Then I had to tell myself to shut up and stop talking nonsense. Of course that's not all that matters. Being the best is what matters!
The other day (Friday) I had two conversations with my class mates that made me think.
The first one was when I, at the large table in the cafeteria, asked who else was exited about the new My Bloody Valentine album. Apparently no one in my class had even heard about My Bloody Valentine and so, when they asked me to hum some of their songs I just let the discussion fizzle out. Later, as we were talking about the Girl with the dragon tattoo-films I mentioned that the American had a leg up on the Swedish, since Trent Reznor had made the music for it. After some vague looks one guy finally asked "who is that?", but after it was clear that none of them had heard of Reznor - or Nine Inch Nails - I went back to my seat.
The wife keeps telling me she finds it crazy that I have three copies of The picture of Dorian Gray. That is completely baroque - I have only got two copies.