That's right, the front-runner for the next incarnation of The Doctor has had himself a good day. Hmmm, there were a lot of 'the's in that sentence. It began with a weird night of sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking "son of a bitch, if I have to get up now I will kill something," only to find that it was 2am and that I had plenty of sleep ahead of me, which made me happy. I then woke up at 4am and dropped off just as quickly, and was pleasantly surprised when the Gods whispered: "If you wake up now you might be able to meet Heidi Klum!" And while that statement could still be true, I was quite awake for 8am on a Tuesday, which seems to be a running theme.
I then decided to go to uni, and was happy that I did not miss a single metro or train, and was in fact handed a free and crappy newspaper by a girl that reminds me of Kazz from karate, complete with multi-coloured hair and freezing her ass off, which made no difference as I found two difficult sudoku's in the back. Sweet.
My day then took an expected southwardly detour during my first lecture, when I worked out that there *is* an assignment due. My feelings of hopelessness spread as the lecturer discussed this for 15 minutes and said nothing. Word count, topic, due date, examples, where to hand it in, and everything else that might seem important was not covered. NOR is it found online. This appears to be information that you must be born with, like all the lyrics to every Beatles song.
Feeling dejected and very un-WOA-OH like, I proceeded to my next class, where we are onto our THIRD lecturer for the semester. Last week we watched an American film in Spanish. This week we watched a French film with Spanish subtitles. The course is naturally Italian literature and cinema, and the connection to the course and the movies must be fairly obvious.....
I then settled down with a coke and Bounty, did revisions for crappy Italian homework that I would have to hand in and wondered if I missed anything important by not going to yesterday's class. After laughing myself stupid on that point, I moved onto a sudoku and watched people come in and out of the cafeteria for two hours before heading off to Italian . . .
. . . which was cancelled . . .
. . . as was yesterday's class . . .
Realising that the God's were looking down on me with kindness, I actually burst out laughing in joy while reading the notice on the classroom door. This joyful laugh may be mistaken as something maniacal and throw-the-world-over-ly, but I didn't care. I was going home early again! And all the guilt (pah!) from yesterday evaporated. That makes it only 3 classes this week. I began looking for Miss Klum (or Mrs Seal if you prefer).
I got home (how awesome would it be if she was waiting for me there?), felt good, went shopping and found €5 on the street! I then danced and KNEW that I was having an exceptionally good day. HAHAHAHAHA! MUWAHAHAHA! BUWAHAHAHA!
It's time to make hamburgers.
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Damn it! You just had to make that the title of your blog today, don't you? Now I'm going to have that blasted song in my head all day!
ps - my word verfication thingie is "cults" today. that probably says a lot about you.
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