Where have I been? Where haven’t I been?
During the last few weeks I have sat 12 exams, handed in 1 piece of coursework, enjoyed a nice cold beer in the sun, discovered fabulous shops as well as my latest tv series addictions: Hannibal and Vikings.
Oh, I also got my hideous dry hair cut into a glorious carré thanks to the best mother-in-law one could ever wish for.
After being covered in shaving foam and 34 pages of History of International relations later, I am sat in my kitchen wearing my boyfriend’s clothes (and underwear), watching doctor who and drawing on military history maps.
Sim, oh you.
holiday /ˈhɒlɪˌdeɪ -dɪ/n
These Easter holidays seem to have very little to do with the actual definition of a holiday. My ‘me-time’ started off with the sighting of a mouse in my flat, followed by a major OCD-style cleaning which basically entailed covering the whole house in bleach. Now that Frizzie -yes, I gave the mouse a name- has gone out of my life, I have 50 odd pages of public and private law to memorise and a whole variety of paperwork to sort out.
As I was insatiably jealous of my friends, whom are either touring Europe or enjoying the unusually wonderful Alsatian weather, I decided to take a break and grab a coffee with my special one. You’d think I would use such time to chill out and be all cheesy with my man, but I instead spent it discussing the Arab domination back in the middle ages and brainstorming the business plan of a possible start-up.
“been around the world and found
that only stupid people are breeding
the cretins cloning and feeding
and i don’t even own a tv
put me in the hospital for nerves
and then they had to commit me
you told them all i was crazy
they cut off my legs now i’m an amputee, god damn you
i’m not sick but i’m not well
and it’s a sin to live so well”
This is my official song of the day. I’ve listened to it 4 times in a row on my way home, which means I take roughly 14 minutes to walk back to my place from uni -weirdo-. I just seem to love it so much, either because it is a fairly appropriate description of my life, either because I’ve been addicted to Peep Show for the last week or so.
So, as usual, I’ve posted something for the first time in weeks due to exams and a couple of personal issues which deeply annoy me. On the sunny side, I’m getting two exams out of the way tomorrow and will take advantage of the April holidays to have some ‘me’ time -which hasn’t happened in quite a long while- and hopefully finish reading my books on EU/British politics and the Communist party manifesto -my boyfriend insists that i should know my enemy in order to defeat him with its own weapons-.
Wish me luck for tomorrow, as I have a presentation on the business of religion and my very religious lecturer will probably slaughter me once I’m done.
Straight from my ‘old but gold’ archive, the ever-so-flabbergasting Rowan Atkinson in one of his most glorious roles: Edmund Blackadder. Don’t you now dare to say I merely blog for my own pleasure and do not provide you with splendid contents from the world wide web.
You might ask yourself where I’ve been in the last few weeks (or not), to which my answer would be: Where haven’t I been?
Good day to you!
The Strasbourg diaries: this week so far
So, have you been wondering what happened to me this week? Probably not, but I shall tell you about it anyway.
Monday: The week started with a fabulous me showing up drunk at lectures after a good drink with an old friend and falling down the stairs of my faculty. Perhaps not the greatest of starts, one would say.
Tuesday: Aside of lectures, nothing much has happened. I did however get the chance to catch a good game of football at my local pub with a couple of friends, which hadn’t happened in a long time. I still maintain: Arsenal, you suck balls.
Wednesday: After a day beautifully spent skipping every possible sort of commitment, I threw my usual Italian dinner party, cooked some delicious Italian carbonara (perhaps not all that delicious, since I’m an appalling cook) and watched Milan beating Barcelona 2 sore bottoms to 0. It was glorious.
Today: I woke up to the smell of bacon, which is like the best way of waking up ever: that was pretty glorious too. And now I’m trying to avoid revision for my 12pm presentation by typing up this post. I wish a very nice day to all of you who are desperate enough to read my posts!
Picture above: Strasbourg Cathedral
Sim is not amused.
First Valentine’s day alone in 5 years or so but hey, I has wine! I have however already come up with a cunning response to such a cheesy day.
Me and my sicilian buddy. As much meat to feed an army. Three bottles of wine, 30 beers and a bottle of pastis. Hardcore bollywood films. The plan is to eat as much meat as we can before exploding and having our limbs scattered over a wide area, then drink as much as we can until we drop to the floor unconscious. Sounds like a plan.
I’ve just realised I haven’t posted anything since *rolling drums December 10th (reblogs don’t count). Very much has happened since then, and I do not feel to be quite the same person I used to be at the end of last year. After wondering in the dark for months, I think I might have finally found myself and managed to set a path for myself regarding my studies and work ambitions. It was not easy and I have lost people along the way, however I promised myself not to let it get under my skin: if something (or someone) starts to poison your existence, then you must do yourself a favour, put your feelings aside and let it go.
Such a decision, however hard it was, did definitely pay off in the long term, as I have found some truly amazing people who were always beside me and who I had failed to notice before. To celebrate such a jolly part of my life, I have decided to get inked right on my ribs MEMENTO AVDERE SEMPER (i.e. Remember to always dare in Latin). I shall not bother you with what I have been up to any further otherwise this would turn into a too long a post, so here is a pretty picture of myself being all badass in Place de la République:
PS: The moral of this post is “I am still alive”.
1. Revise for your exams
2. Write the interim report for your home university
3. Pack your suitcase
4. Write a decent post on your blog
5. Clean the house before you leave the country
…and I could go on forever.
My life is being pretty boring as of yet, as I spend my days trying to learn Russian, German and Dutch -with very poor results, I must admit- and working for a few projects I shall tell you about very soon. On another note, I have updated my About me section, which you can check out at this link and you can finally access my Instagram profile from your laptop, it’s only a click away!
Since I have nothing interesting to tell you about, in the following days I shall share with you some of my favourite paintings and sculptures, together with my personal interpretation of the latter - that’s my art history A level coming in handy for once -, so stay tuned for some fab art!
That’d be all from your very favourite blogger (and Lucille the Seal), greeting you from Deutschland!
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