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The fridge was delivered last Thursday and I spent an enlightening hour or so getting it out of the box and moving it around. Although when I realised I was going to do it all by myself, I just burst out laughing. Imagine me, standing in the kitchen, looking at the cardboard box and laughing hysterically.
It's nice and small and it feels very different now that I don't have to worry about eating the food before it's spoiled.
It's finally nice and warm here, and I've got a sore throat and a dry cough.
By Monday I have to get a signature from the director of my paper so that I can apply for re-immatriculation and examination of the paper. As far as I know, she's in France. I know that I should be doing something, and I am, in a way, but mostly I'm really indifferent and I can't care about it. The only reason I'd like to get the BA this May (well, June, actually) is that then the whole thing will be over, and I can get on with my life. And then, maybe, go and study something that really interests me.
And I'm not really sure right now if it's a good idea trying to finish this May. I don't think I will be able to finish the paper on time.
I think that my problem is that I don't know how to relax. I don't divide my time into working and relaxing, I'm basically trying to work all the time, which means that I end up not working at all and just doing random stuff and feeling bad about it. It's something either from my childhood or my early teenage years, the feeling that relaxing and letting yourself go is bad and that you have to remain active all the time.
On a brighter note: I watched Metropolis yesterday (because my sister sent me a message saying that it was a visual orgasm and she was going to brainwash me with it) and it was... it was amazing. All I knew about German films of that era is that they're supposed to be brilliant and influential, and now I see that they are. I loved it: the machinery, the whole feeling, the visions about Death. Although, of course, being us, we either kept letting out rude jokes or noting how you could clearly see socialist ideas and christianity happily united there.
I also watched Tommy. I enjoyed it. I think it's more or less as wild as Lisztomania.
It's nice and small and it feels very different now that I don't have to worry about eating the food before it's spoiled.
It's finally nice and warm here, and I've got a sore throat and a dry cough.
By Monday I have to get a signature from the director of my paper so that I can apply for re-immatriculation and examination of the paper. As far as I know, she's in France. I know that I should be doing something, and I am, in a way, but mostly I'm really indifferent and I can't care about it. The only reason I'd like to get the BA this May (well, June, actually) is that then the whole thing will be over, and I can get on with my life. And then, maybe, go and study something that really interests me.
And I'm not really sure right now if it's a good idea trying to finish this May. I don't think I will be able to finish the paper on time.
I think that my problem is that I don't know how to relax. I don't divide my time into working and relaxing, I'm basically trying to work all the time, which means that I end up not working at all and just doing random stuff and feeling bad about it. It's something either from my childhood or my early teenage years, the feeling that relaxing and letting yourself go is bad and that you have to remain active all the time.
On a brighter note: I watched Metropolis yesterday (because my sister sent me a message saying that it was a visual orgasm and she was going to brainwash me with it) and it was... it was amazing. All I knew about German films of that era is that they're supposed to be brilliant and influential, and now I see that they are. I loved it: the machinery, the whole feeling, the visions about Death. Although, of course, being us, we either kept letting out rude jokes or noting how you could clearly see socialist ideas and christianity happily united there.
I also watched Tommy. I enjoyed it. I think it's more or less as wild as Lisztomania.