Yesterday was supposed to be a great day to remember. One of those days you look back at in the future and remember with joy.
Disappointment, high expectations, anti-climax and a great deal of bad luck. That's my Saturday in a nutshell.
It began with preparations for the annual ELINpiad games where me and some friens from the board were participating. We were all dressed in an olympic theme. There were hundreds of students there with funny clothes, and some great music was being played by a DJ. That's when it happened. I had just entered the first heat of the competition when I tripped, fell from 1-2 metres and landed on my shoulder. BANG. I tried to get up because I couldn't feel any pain. I was ahead of my competitor and I was determined not to lose. That's when I realized that something was very wrong inside my arm. I couldn't get up and I felt a massive pain stretching from my neck down to my fingertops. My friends helped me out of the maze and got me on a chair. It didn't take long for me to realize that I had to visit the hospital. I don't remember much from the transport, only that I was in great pain and there was absolutely nothing I could do to relieve it. After several shots, liquid pain killers, X-rays and anesthetic (which led to a black hole in my memory) it became evident to the doctors that my right arm was dislocated. It's a nasty experience, and it's harder to deal with because I'm right handed. I am typing this post with my left hand only.
I had really high hopes for yesterday. We were going to a party in the evening with dinner and lots of funny activities. I had chosen my suit, my shirt and my tie. I had put the suit on my bed and I was really looking forward for that party.
Yesterday was a great contrast to how I had it exactly one year back in time. I was to perform my first show with the theater and it was a mighty experience, to finally perform what I had been practising for the prior 8-9 months. Some of my closest friends attended the show and we went out for a drink afterwards. I still remember how they laughed the first time I entered the stage...
Yesterday (again, I know...) was to be something just like last year's 5th of May. Something special.
I am really down right now.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Longer days and shorter nights
It's been a long day filled with numbers, equations, endless computations and too little coffee! I spent 11 hours at campus today, trying to finish a project. I failed but it's OK. I can turn it in tomorrow instead and still make it. I sleep less and work more, hence the title of today's post.
As I was working with a friend I was amazed to see the many different posters/art collections the weirdos at the art department have put up lately. The place is starting to look more like a daycare center instead of a governmental institution for higher education.
Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against art. My cousin is an artist and she is exceptionally talented. But what the fuck is this?
It irritates me to see how resources are invested in order to provide bohemians with professional (and extremely expensive) environments/equipment. And then what? I still haven't seen a new Pablo Picasso or Dali.
It's hilarious to see some of the artists behind these masterpieces. Some of them act really strange and naturally, that adds to my general prejudice of them. I mean it's so sexy to dress as a 4-year old when you're 25+. I am normally not too interested and engaged in how people dress. I couldn't care less. What I do care about though is how people pay (or actually don't pay) others respect by dressing "properly". I mean you don't dress in hot pants (as a lady of course) when you are to attend a funeral. I know that "properly" is a subjective term and i don't wish to define it any further. But I get annoyed when I see grown up people acting like morons, dressed up as if they were to attend a masquerade, just in order to attract attention and to provoke the common/general establishments of dress codes in professional environments.
And no, I don't mean that everyone should show up in Lyle & Scott sweaters tomorrow morning. But please, grow up, open your eyes and stop making ugly pieces of art.
As I was working with a friend I was amazed to see the many different posters/art collections the weirdos at the art department have put up lately. The place is starting to look more like a daycare center instead of a governmental institution for higher education.
Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely nothing against art. My cousin is an artist and she is exceptionally talented. But what the fuck is this?
It irritates me to see how resources are invested in order to provide bohemians with professional (and extremely expensive) environments/equipment. And then what? I still haven't seen a new Pablo Picasso or Dali.
It's hilarious to see some of the artists behind these masterpieces. Some of them act really strange and naturally, that adds to my general prejudice of them. I mean it's so sexy to dress as a 4-year old when you're 25+. I am normally not too interested and engaged in how people dress. I couldn't care less. What I do care about though is how people pay (or actually don't pay) others respect by dressing "properly". I mean you don't dress in hot pants (as a lady of course) when you are to attend a funeral. I know that "properly" is a subjective term and i don't wish to define it any further. But I get annoyed when I see grown up people acting like morons, dressed up as if they were to attend a masquerade, just in order to attract attention and to provoke the common/general establishments of dress codes in professional environments.
And no, I don't mean that everyone should show up in Lyle & Scott sweaters tomorrow morning. But please, grow up, open your eyes and stop making ugly pieces of art.
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