I HATE THE WORLD TODAY
Saturday was well weird, in a bad way.
I got stuck in the traffic while on my way to the uni, so when I arrived there was already a girl waiting to see the relator. Since he was somewhat busy, we had to wait a bit outside his office and a few other girls joined us. We started talking about our thesis and I got a bit puzzled: they kept telling the relator always corrects and proofreads everything they writes, asking for a lot of changes. I've never been asked to correct anything and that's bloody strange, so I started to feel fucking upset.
As soon as I stepped in the relator smiled at me and then winked to his assistant saying: "Here she comes, our little vampire! Paola [*] just told me you're doing such a great job and everything's aright... she also told me you're just like Miriam...you only wake up at midnight[**]!!! How it comes you always mail her after 2 a.m.??? You know what? I could really start to think that you are a vampire for real! I don't mean to offend you, but you really look like a little vampire, you have those huge dark eyes, and you're so pale!"
When he finally stopped rambling, I told him I'm not gonna write a chapter about the other Hammer horror films about vampires, those not featuring Dracula, 'cause they're just crappy adult movies, with corny plots, showing erotic shots of lesbian vampires. He was so amused!!! We talked a lot about Christopher Lee, Paul Morrissey's movies and TROMA stuff. He didn't told me a bloody thing about my thesis and when I leaved his office, he wished me good night LOL
Saturday night I wrote the last part of the forth chapter, but before I could save it my pc died!!! It's so unfair. I had to rewrite the last paragraph on my dad's laptot. I don't know what's wrong with my computer but it's gonna make me waste a lot of time, that's for sure. I just can't stand it, I cried my eyes out this afternoon, 'cause I'm already late and I don't give a fuck about evryone telling me that I'm doing a brilliant job. I'm not happy with it, I could have done it much better if I was given more time. My pc going bananas is the last thing I need right now.
Rocco will see if he can fix my pc, please keep your finger crossed for me!
[*] Paola is my teacher's assistant, it's to say my co-relator, the poor girl who reads all my stuff, the one who's supposed to correct it but always tell me I'm doing fine.
[**] The italian version of the movie The Hunger has a different title that literally reads: "Miriam wakes up at midnight"