OK, going to bed now and mentally preparing for the run tomorrow. Of course, I just dropped my mobile phone into the toilet, so finding me after the run will be a difficult task. But I'm counting on the people coming to keep an eye out for me.
Wish me luck.
Saturday, July 05, 2003
Boy oh boy...stupid me! Got me a virus on my computer. Admittedly, it rode in on an e-mail from university and it said "Your application" and I did apply for my final exam, but still - I thought it looked slightly fishy and still opened it. OK, since I thought it looked fishy I did a viral scan before opening it - wasn't detected. Antivir Schmantivir. Anyhow, I searched the web for a remedy and found one. Let's hope it works (the page said to disable System Restore before running the scan, which I couldn't do, so I just hope it didn't store the virus somewhere)...
So if you get an e-mail from me with some kind of attachment and I didn't tell you about it, better check with me first and don't open it.
So if you get an e-mail from me with some kind of attachment and I didn't tell you about it, better check with me first and don't open it.
Friday, July 04, 2003
Funny Spam
"Look like a Salami smugler (sic) in your swimsuit"
Bwahaha! Who designed this? (The "From" line was actually "Look like a Salami" which did inspire me to look at the thing.) Is there any merit in people thinking you were a Salami smuggler? I can see it now. Billions of babes gathering at the beach saying: "I bet he's hiding a salami in those trunks..." - "Yeah. He looks like a Salami smuggler."
Funny links
What'll you have for breakfast? Half a celebrity on toast!
Satellites. Don't try to click on this app. You'll spend ages launching the damn things. Mine keep crashing into the moon. Sometimes they'll do a cool figure eight, however. If you click like crazy they look like a swarm of bees :)
"Look like a Salami smugler (sic) in your swimsuit"
Bwahaha! Who designed this? (The "From" line was actually "Look like a Salami" which did inspire me to look at the thing.) Is there any merit in people thinking you were a Salami smuggler? I can see it now. Billions of babes gathering at the beach saying: "I bet he's hiding a salami in those trunks..." - "Yeah. He looks like a Salami smuggler."
Funny links
What'll you have for breakfast? Half a celebrity on toast!
Satellites. Don't try to click on this app. You'll spend ages launching the damn things. Mine keep crashing into the moon. Sometimes they'll do a cool figure eight, however. If you click like crazy they look like a swarm of bees :)
Last week was just terrible for me. I have a really bad case of writer's block at the moment. Or better call it a total block. I can't do anything but stare at the wall all day, I can't get myself to do anything. My taxes are still non-existent, my paper is not progressing at all, my room looks a total mess but I'm not lifting a finger to change anything and it really bugs me. I feel frozen to a spot at the moment.
And yesterday, when I finally got something to move and managed to go to University to enroll for the final exam I was told the deadline for that had expired last week. While scenarios of another semester threatened my sanity, everything seemed to collapse onto my head. I was really upset and basically hyperventilating all day long. I also feel really stupid because it's just a matter of picking myself up, but I can't get myself to do it. Bah!!!!
Today has been a little bit better than last week, though. I went to the administrations office and pleaded with the lady to let me enroll and she did. Even if she yelled at me. Now I only have the problem that I told her my final paper would be finished soon but I haven't even gotten the permission slip from my professor. And the problem that I can't find my Gymnasium diploma. Which I need to enroll. I have a gazillion copies but the original seems to have vanished. Aaaaaaah!!! I wouldn't rule out the possibility I copied it and left it on the photocopier. Then again, maybe it's buried under a load of paper in my mess of a room. Sigh.
I sincerely hope I'll be able to muddle through all of this. I feel bleak. The future feels bleak. And the bleakest thing is that from an outside point of view I guess it's not bleak at all, which makes me really feel inadequate. I seem not to be able to cope with life at even a basal level where everybody else has no problems. Sometimes I wish I was an ostrich and I could stick my head in the sand never to emerge again. Then again, I think it's an urban legend that ostriches do that. I really hate university and wish it was finished. I envy people who just work and then go home in the evening and don't have dark clouds of "exams and papers that need to be finished" hanging over their head. I just never seem to be able to relax. That's probably an urban legend as well as at work there's deadlines and things to consider - long hours etc., but I always liked to work. More or less. Take it with a grain of salt, that kind of thing, but mostly I did, really.
University on the other hand is just not my cup of tea. I detest studying and writing stuff, I always did. Especially libraries. Can't stand library research. Hate attending courses, too (half of the time I didn't go and the rest of the time I never said anything). Don't like most of my fellow students either. I get hives when entering the ugly-ass university building. My nose clogs up when assaulted with the rancid smell of well-trodden university carpets. And don't get me started on the food served in the cafeteria. I honestly don't think there's one thing I ever liked about university, apart from that I can leave it at one point or another. But now I am at a point where it makes me physically sick to think about it. I was at that point once in my life. Then I tore up my books, threw them in a corner, dropped everything and went to America. Now, I hope I'll be able to pull myself together until the damn thing's finished.
Enough now. What else? Remember the Diplomacy game? I'm Italy. Meaning cannon fodder for the rest of Europe. I consider it a challenge.
Second challenge: Remembering the day I am supposed to run the half-marathon. Sunday. It's Sunday. That would have been a hoot if I had gotten up to appear at the Marienplatz at 8 a.m. on Saturday. Luckily, Jule pointed out the error of my ways. If you'd like, I propose to go have breakfast after my run (regardless of whether somebody carries me over the finish line or if I'm able to walk myself). So if you want to celebrate - whatever - with me, I'm thinking I'll take about 2 1/2 to 3 hours, thus you can meet me at the finish line around 10.30 - 11.00 a.m. Of course, you can stand alongside the course and cheer, but I think I won't be a pretty sight limping along with a face that looks like a lobster. A determined lobster, maybe, but after some time, maybe not even that. Anyway, Sunday = Breakfast Day. I'll remind you when the time comes, but I thought I'd mention it now so you can all make plans.
And yesterday, when I finally got something to move and managed to go to University to enroll for the final exam I was told the deadline for that had expired last week. While scenarios of another semester threatened my sanity, everything seemed to collapse onto my head. I was really upset and basically hyperventilating all day long. I also feel really stupid because it's just a matter of picking myself up, but I can't get myself to do it. Bah!!!!
Today has been a little bit better than last week, though. I went to the administrations office and pleaded with the lady to let me enroll and she did. Even if she yelled at me. Now I only have the problem that I told her my final paper would be finished soon but I haven't even gotten the permission slip from my professor. And the problem that I can't find my Gymnasium diploma. Which I need to enroll. I have a gazillion copies but the original seems to have vanished. Aaaaaaah!!! I wouldn't rule out the possibility I copied it and left it on the photocopier. Then again, maybe it's buried under a load of paper in my mess of a room. Sigh.
I sincerely hope I'll be able to muddle through all of this. I feel bleak. The future feels bleak. And the bleakest thing is that from an outside point of view I guess it's not bleak at all, which makes me really feel inadequate. I seem not to be able to cope with life at even a basal level where everybody else has no problems. Sometimes I wish I was an ostrich and I could stick my head in the sand never to emerge again. Then again, I think it's an urban legend that ostriches do that. I really hate university and wish it was finished. I envy people who just work and then go home in the evening and don't have dark clouds of "exams and papers that need to be finished" hanging over their head. I just never seem to be able to relax. That's probably an urban legend as well as at work there's deadlines and things to consider - long hours etc., but I always liked to work. More or less. Take it with a grain of salt, that kind of thing, but mostly I did, really.
University on the other hand is just not my cup of tea. I detest studying and writing stuff, I always did. Especially libraries. Can't stand library research. Hate attending courses, too (half of the time I didn't go and the rest of the time I never said anything). Don't like most of my fellow students either. I get hives when entering the ugly-ass university building. My nose clogs up when assaulted with the rancid smell of well-trodden university carpets. And don't get me started on the food served in the cafeteria. I honestly don't think there's one thing I ever liked about university, apart from that I can leave it at one point or another. But now I am at a point where it makes me physically sick to think about it. I was at that point once in my life. Then I tore up my books, threw them in a corner, dropped everything and went to America. Now, I hope I'll be able to pull myself together until the damn thing's finished.
Enough now. What else? Remember the Diplomacy game? I'm Italy. Meaning cannon fodder for the rest of Europe. I consider it a challenge.
Second challenge: Remembering the day I am supposed to run the half-marathon. Sunday. It's Sunday. That would have been a hoot if I had gotten up to appear at the Marienplatz at 8 a.m. on Saturday. Luckily, Jule pointed out the error of my ways. If you'd like, I propose to go have breakfast after my run (regardless of whether somebody carries me over the finish line or if I'm able to walk myself). So if you want to celebrate - whatever - with me, I'm thinking I'll take about 2 1/2 to 3 hours, thus you can meet me at the finish line around 10.30 - 11.00 a.m. Of course, you can stand alongside the course and cheer, but I think I won't be a pretty sight limping along with a face that looks like a lobster. A determined lobster, maybe, but after some time, maybe not even that. Anyway, Sunday = Breakfast Day. I'll remind you when the time comes, but I thought I'd mention it now so you can all make plans.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
Tomorrow (technically tomorrow as I'll go to bed in the meantime, but really today, if you get my gist) I'll elaborate a bit on what's up, today you'll have to make do with the couple of links I posted and finding out your hobbit name. If it's better sounding than Primula Maggot, you may post it here. There's also the elven name, but I forgot mine already and it wasn't much better than belonging to the Maggot family.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
More Eek! but of a different kind. Imagine going through airport controls with big fat sweaty mustached security guards seeing your picture like this...
Monday, June 30, 2003
Don't know why I am still awake, but Katharine Hepburn just died.
If you want to tribute, you might want to watch Bringing up Baby or The Philadelphia Story (with the ever-delightful James Stewart - sigh).
If you want to tribute, you might want to watch Bringing up Baby or The Philadelphia Story (with the ever-delightful James Stewart - sigh).
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Back to life, back to reality
So I'm back from Berlin and a little bit exhausted. Went to the Sage Club yesterday which was fun. Usually I think House music is rather boring but I liked what they played there. Plus, it was rather funny watching Thomas flirt with the barkeeper to get onto the guest list :) He ended up buying rounds for everybody and their brother and was so drunk he even gave the guy his phone number. Well, maybe it worked. If not, the guy was rather good-looking.. (At least he had a really good body which one could appreciate fully as he was only wearing underpants. Those weren't as good-looking - white briefs, ick!)
We got back rather late (me carrying Thomas up the stairs) and I got up early to have breakfast with Jule & Marco. Then I've been driving for 3 hours (the other three were taken care of by Marco), so I don't think today is the day for deep insights of any kind. As if any day was.
So I'm back from Berlin and a little bit exhausted. Went to the Sage Club yesterday which was fun. Usually I think House music is rather boring but I liked what they played there. Plus, it was rather funny watching Thomas flirt with the barkeeper to get onto the guest list :) He ended up buying rounds for everybody and their brother and was so drunk he even gave the guy his phone number. Well, maybe it worked. If not, the guy was rather good-looking.. (At least he had a really good body which one could appreciate fully as he was only wearing underpants. Those weren't as good-looking - white briefs, ick!)
We got back rather late (me carrying Thomas up the stairs) and I got up early to have breakfast with Jule & Marco. Then I've been driving for 3 hours (the other three were taken care of by Marco), so I don't think today is the day for deep insights of any kind. As if any day was.
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