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.