-Ah, I really should blog, shouldn't I, Jeeves?
-Indeed, sir.
-Indeed, sir.
What ho, people! There are so many things I'd just love to blog about, so many funny things that come to my mind on the bus, street etc. but when I get home after a long day of sitting in Szenes and downloading movies and TV shows, I can't be bothered to take a shower let alone write a blog. No actually I forget about them. :( I know I was thinking up something on the bus today but I don't know what it was.
Things that occupy my life at the moment:
I HATE papers. I just hate them. I mean the papers you have to write for classes. Why isn't it enough to read the relevant literature? I mean summarising a massive 20 pages long text about psychoanalytic film theories? BLEH. It is such a drag that I can't put it into words. Also even if you can somehow make a passable piece of work of it, you screw up the format. Like it's not Times New Roman, it's Verdana. Okay, it's Times New Roman but not size 12. Okay it's size 12 but you didn't use the double spaces between lines!!! Pffffffffffffffffffffff............................ Also, being me, I always postpone doing it until the last night before the paper is due, so if I have to write one it's guaranteed I'm missing a night's sleep. So bear that in mind teachers who plan to make me write papers. You make me miss out on sleep!
Anyways I finished my novel last Friday. It was one of the most ecstatic experiences of my life! My future husband is such a romantic! The funniest thing is that one of my best friends just got back from England with her own copy and was reading it while I was reading it and we finished it on the same day! We are so on the same wavelength. By the way she's in Budapest so she couldn't know where I was in the book. So this novel is about a very cool guy who is never without a cigarette all through the book, in fact it's a favourite pastime of his to just smoke for hours - an instant role model, and also who I can't not identify with my future husband. It's about a government conspiracy theory too, of which at first I thought it sucked big time because I was never interested in stuff like that before but there you go. It. Is. Amazing. (Mind you, everything is amazing that is done by my future husband but that's not important now.)
I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray now. It's a pretty harsh change after The Gun Seller. I couldn't get past the first chapter yet. I hope I get into it soon because after that it's easy and fun to pass time with a book but until my heart's not in it, I just feel dragged down by it. I actually needed a year and a RWS course to make myself read The Gun Seller and enjoy it, too.
Things that occupy my life at the moment:
I HATE papers. I just hate them. I mean the papers you have to write for classes. Why isn't it enough to read the relevant literature? I mean summarising a massive 20 pages long text about psychoanalytic film theories? BLEH. It is such a drag that I can't put it into words. Also even if you can somehow make a passable piece of work of it, you screw up the format. Like it's not Times New Roman, it's Verdana. Okay, it's Times New Roman but not size 12. Okay it's size 12 but you didn't use the double spaces between lines!!! Pffffffffffffffffffffff............................ Also, being me, I always postpone doing it until the last night before the paper is due, so if I have to write one it's guaranteed I'm missing a night's sleep. So bear that in mind teachers who plan to make me write papers. You make me miss out on sleep!
Anyways I finished my novel last Friday. It was one of the most ecstatic experiences of my life! My future husband is such a romantic! The funniest thing is that one of my best friends just got back from England with her own copy and was reading it while I was reading it and we finished it on the same day! We are so on the same wavelength. By the way she's in Budapest so she couldn't know where I was in the book. So this novel is about a very cool guy who is never without a cigarette all through the book, in fact it's a favourite pastime of his to just smoke for hours - an instant role model, and also who I can't not identify with my future husband. It's about a government conspiracy theory too, of which at first I thought it sucked big time because I was never interested in stuff like that before but there you go. It. Is. Amazing. (Mind you, everything is amazing that is done by my future husband but that's not important now.)
I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray now. It's a pretty harsh change after The Gun Seller. I couldn't get past the first chapter yet. I hope I get into it soon because after that it's easy and fun to pass time with a book but until my heart's not in it, I just feel dragged down by it. I actually needed a year and a RWS course to make myself read The Gun Seller and enjoy it, too.
Don't you just love ragtime? Well I do! I was listening to this silly little song today on the bus while the smelly guy got comfortable beside me (Here, I'm writing about the bus. I said I don't want to write about the bus but I thought I'd give it a chance. There you go. Smelly guy. That's what you get.) and despite the direness of the situation I couldn't wipe the head splitting grin off my face. Now that's what good music does to you.
"Back at Nagasaki where the fellows chew tobaccy and the women wacky wacky woo!"
Don't mind the performer. It's just my future husband. If you see me on the street or bus with a grin I'm unable to conceal, I'm listening to these or 10 other potential tracks. I'm also known to tap and sing along. I try not to sing on the bus but I just have to mouth the words!
I have to get up at 8. Nyah. Linguistics really is something I don't want to get up for at 8. There's a funny side to it, though. The teacher is a real linguist. When I say that, I mean that he applies to Stephen Fry's spot on interpretation of a linguist. I really am generous today. I'm showering you with entertainment goods. Here's something about Tricky Linguistics:
I hate to but may I, may I?
I'd also like to point out that in my opinion this video summarizes anything you ever need to know about linguistics in general. No matter how many linguistics courses you'll take, in the end the only thing you'll remember is that the possibilities that language offers are endless and there's no such thing as a 'longest sentence'. The rest is just being able to compare language to absurd things - in other words being able to think about it in abstract terms. There Timothy, you're a linguist now. Tell me if I'm wrong. Thought so.
If I had a bit more time maybe I'd do a paragraph about cooking with Gordon Ramsay. Another role model. Complaints were sent to the BBC because he said THE F WORD more than 300 times under 120 minutes in a TV special. What a man. Ah well, maybe next time!
Tomorrow it's downloading time of the 18th episode of season 5 of House. It's going to be about a woman who got her death predicted by a cat who only sleeps beside people who are going to die! I just lurve Tuesdays! ;)
