Yup, my life is pretty boring. Physics studying needs to get done, but I'm just not feelin' the vibe right now. I was so bored that I took a few photos of the pretty pretty snow in my backyard.
These would be really good pictures if those stupid cables weren't in the way, but what can you do? People insist on lighting their houses...stupid electricity. But yeah, otherwise, don't the sapins look pretty? *Sigh* life is banal...
You know, I was thinking, the universe is pretty big, I mean, compare it to a peanut, and it's huuge! I wonder what kind of life forms exist. I mean there must be an infinite number of them, since there are millions on Earth itself. Maybe all the fantasy/sci-fi novels ever written are really relating experiences that the authors had with these ET life forms. Think about it! Middle Earth might be just a few million light years away! Hard to believe that Tolkein thought up all that to the last insignificant detail. How could he have come up with the grammar to Sindarin unless he already had some idea what it sounded like, hmmm?
Oh, good lord, I cannot let my colleges find out about this blog...I sound like a lunatic. I might be sort of a moron, but a lunatic is pushing it. The moron thing was proven on Monday.
The Story:
Monday came, bringing with it the date of my calculus final. I had been studying for it like I have never studied for anything before. My eyes were on my books the entire weekend and a got up solely to eat. And sleep. And you know, take a break once in a while, watch a little TV, play a little solitaire...anyway. Monday came and I got up with the confidence that comes from studying well, and knowing that you have an hour before the exam to learn those last ten formulas. I knew that I was gonna ace this one, provided that I got half an hour to study the theory. The day looked bright! The exam was at 12h00 and I got to school at 11h00, proud to be responsible enough to come an hour early! I was there and I was ready to go freak out some already nervous kids. Poor bastards, I thought. Their nervousness won't do them any good. They should follow my example: work hard and make sure you get enough time before the exam to learn those essential bits and pieces. I arrived with all my mightiness in tow only to find the corridors empty. Not a soul stirred, not a voice whispered...a little more and we'd be in Wisconsin. I got this sinking feeling that maybe I'd displayed a bit of overeagerness in going there so early. But no, I thought. There have gotta be other losers around here somewhere. But no, no one. Spooky. So I hung around, feeling weird and more freaked out by the second. Ok, I said, today is Monday, because there was an ad for Prison Break which is on Monday. So, I had the Monday thing. But what if the exam is on Tuesday, I wondered. Hmmm, better go check the schedule now - on the day of the exam by the way. I went, I checked, I froze. Oh dear god, oh Oedipus' mother, oh Zeus' balls...........I was late!!! I was fucking late! The exam had started at 9hoo and I was 2 HOURS LATE!!! Late for my calculus final, I didn't know whether to laugh at myself or beat the crap outta myself. I was choking, I couldn't breathe! I ran to the dean's office like I've never run up four flights of stairs before. I was hyperventilating, I was having a premature heart attack. I can't die now!! (I screamed) I'm not even in my prime! The dean was pretty patient while I got over myself. She smiled and said, that's a pretty stupid mistake. I fainted. But, she went on, a mistake nonetheless. And, you're not the only one, seven or eight other people made the same mistake. Well that's great, I said, except that I don't care! I missed my friggin' math final!! She kept on smiling suspiciously and I couldn't tell whether she was laughing at me or not and it was driving me nuts! Well, I inquired, what now? I cursed mysef for not stealing some cyanide from the chemistry lab. At least I would have had a way out if she closed all the other doors. No need to panic, she said calmly. Panic? Lady, panic is history! You will be able to retake it, she declared. It was at that instant that I started believing in god, for a second, but that's beside the point. So, she told me I could retake it on January the 10th, but not earlier. I grabbed the chance and litterally ran out the door.
That was a pretty bad day for me. Stuff like this only happens to me, I swear! Well, me and those other seven or eight morons.
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