Thursday, a day of days
Right in the middle of my week I get this break of two days. I have Wednesday and Thursday off, then I'm back to class for Friday so it's kinda like a mid week weekend. Regardless that it's just as long as the actual weekend it never really feels the same way. So far these days have usually constituted me reading/napping and generally slacking off. I don't slack off as much as I do on the real weekend though, I've been actually fairly productive, the only thing is that I start to get a little cabin fever. I start going a little loopy.
Today was strange. First I woke up rather early compared to the norm around here, which usually hangs around 1030 or 11 depending on how bad I need to pee. So I get up, I pee, I do my pushups(I've taken to doing pushups after I pee in the morning, I think it's good) and then I stare at my monitor for a while, checking my email and such. Eventually I start to notice my stench and decide that I'm in need of a shower. The light in my washroom(I use the term loosely) seems to be on the fritz, it's continually blinking, it's like I'm taking a shower in a disco. It's a very bizarre sensation. After the shower I did some reading until my stomach began to rumble, on my way to the kitchen I run into Karen my flatmate(noting my detail thusfar you might assume that I'm nude or in a towel at most by this point, it's not true, I had put on some sort of clothing nothing trendy enough to get into my Disco tech of a washroom but that's another matter). As I saw Karen she runs back into her room and returns with some Barbedan dish called a Chonchey. She explained the basic composition which had something to do with banana and raisins and normally wrapped in banana leafs but it seems to be hard to find banana leafs in London in November so it was wrapped in tinfoil, which was to be removed before heating and eating. I thanked her dearly and then proceeded to make my meal of fancy rice(fancy being not white, it's not an actual type of rice, that's just me calling it fancy) and Konchey(I haven't a clue of the spelling so everytime I mention it I'm gonna vary the spelling). Fueled on my lunch, I had a nap. I eventually got up and started reading again, with the poor lighting conditions in the washroom I couldn't very well read on the thrown so my bodily functions were put on hold for a couple hours. Eventually sat down at my computer and started one of the papers that are due on the 16th. It turns out that hypothetically this paper could be done come Monday. This I found quite encouraging, but I cut my celebrations short and decided that I should run it past my prof first before continuing. Somewhere in there I watched the wedding crashers, and did some research into restaurants downtown. I also discussed double-fisting(get your mind out of the gutter) with a friend, listened to a lot of Bob Dylan and Frank, and contemplated the eadibility of Shakespeare(his works not the physical author). I did eat a can of beans, and am currently enjoying a beer. For dinner I had spaghetti(whole wheat). In actuality my life isn't even close to this banal, but if I were to disclose everything in my life I would have no tales to tell when we meet up again. We're expecting snow tomorrow! I'm excited, and I just got invited to a party over at Canada Waters so it'll be just like home, except it being nothing like home. Mmmmm snow...
Today was strange. First I woke up rather early compared to the norm around here, which usually hangs around 1030 or 11 depending on how bad I need to pee. So I get up, I pee, I do my pushups(I've taken to doing pushups after I pee in the morning, I think it's good) and then I stare at my monitor for a while, checking my email and such. Eventually I start to notice my stench and decide that I'm in need of a shower. The light in my washroom(I use the term loosely) seems to be on the fritz, it's continually blinking, it's like I'm taking a shower in a disco. It's a very bizarre sensation. After the shower I did some reading until my stomach began to rumble, on my way to the kitchen I run into Karen my flatmate(noting my detail thusfar you might assume that I'm nude or in a towel at most by this point, it's not true, I had put on some sort of clothing nothing trendy enough to get into my Disco tech of a washroom but that's another matter). As I saw Karen she runs back into her room and returns with some Barbedan dish called a Chonchey. She explained the basic composition which had something to do with banana and raisins and normally wrapped in banana leafs but it seems to be hard to find banana leafs in London in November so it was wrapped in tinfoil, which was to be removed before heating and eating. I thanked her dearly and then proceeded to make my meal of fancy rice(fancy being not white, it's not an actual type of rice, that's just me calling it fancy) and Konchey(I haven't a clue of the spelling so everytime I mention it I'm gonna vary the spelling). Fueled on my lunch, I had a nap. I eventually got up and started reading again, with the poor lighting conditions in the washroom I couldn't very well read on the thrown so my bodily functions were put on hold for a couple hours. Eventually sat down at my computer and started one of the papers that are due on the 16th. It turns out that hypothetically this paper could be done come Monday. This I found quite encouraging, but I cut my celebrations short and decided that I should run it past my prof first before continuing. Somewhere in there I watched the wedding crashers, and did some research into restaurants downtown. I also discussed double-fisting(get your mind out of the gutter) with a friend, listened to a lot of Bob Dylan and Frank, and contemplated the eadibility of Shakespeare(his works not the physical author). I did eat a can of beans, and am currently enjoying a beer. For dinner I had spaghetti(whole wheat). In actuality my life isn't even close to this banal, but if I were to disclose everything in my life I would have no tales to tell when we meet up again. We're expecting snow tomorrow! I'm excited, and I just got invited to a party over at Canada Waters so it'll be just like home, except it being nothing like home. Mmmmm snow...
posted by Brett at 8:50 p.m.
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