When I wake up in this hateful world
Not much is happening lately.. I'm just running around like an headless chicken (dunno if you can say that in English, but here, it's a common saying). It's the final rush to the end of the semester, and the motto is: finish or die. It's a rather weird mood, like nothing else matters anymore.
Thank God spring is here, and it improves my mood quite a bit. I was awakened by the geese' cry wednesday morning, and later that day saw them landing not far from highway 40 next to Saint-Barthélémie. I like seeing/hearing them, I don't know why, it always cheers me up, despite the fact they sure don't have lovely voices!
The morning before (tuesday) brought yet another proof that radio presenters are morons (sorry if I offend, I'd like to be proven otherwise, really), especially those of the Radio Energy network. Was in this blissful state between sleep and full awakeness, when the Moron In Chief said, while speaking of violent movies and refering to Stephen just doing his bloody job: "Yeah I remember this awful movie, you know, the one with Russel Crowe, Master something, where he plays a pirate...."
End of blissful state. JACK AUBREY, A BLOODY PIRATE??!!??. Okay, he's got what Stephen calls "the piratical gleam" in the eye sometimes, but A PIRATE?? I was only prevented from grabbing my cellphone, calling there and telling them very mean things, by the news guy who said that he, for his part, liked the movie very much, and said the title correctly. And by the fact they probably wouldn't have let me on the air anyway.
Really, between that and Norrington's impending doom, the Royal Navy really need some good publicity.
And I won my elections for the first time in my life. Pity I believe in a party which everyone around me hate. I can't even speak my choice outloud without being verbally agressed. But I care not. For once, I shall allow myself to dream I've put my trust in someting worth believing. Crushing disappointment shall come, sooner than later. Meanwhile I will hope.
Thank God spring is here, and it improves my mood quite a bit. I was awakened by the geese' cry wednesday morning, and later that day saw them landing not far from highway 40 next to Saint-Barthélémie. I like seeing/hearing them, I don't know why, it always cheers me up, despite the fact they sure don't have lovely voices!
The morning before (tuesday) brought yet another proof that radio presenters are morons (sorry if I offend, I'd like to be proven otherwise, really), especially those of the Radio Energy network. Was in this blissful state between sleep and full awakeness, when the Moron In Chief said, while speaking of violent movies and refering to Stephen just doing his bloody job: "Yeah I remember this awful movie, you know, the one with Russel Crowe, Master something, where he plays a pirate...."
End of blissful state. JACK AUBREY, A BLOODY PIRATE??!!??. Okay, he's got what Stephen calls "the piratical gleam" in the eye sometimes, but A PIRATE?? I was only prevented from grabbing my cellphone, calling there and telling them very mean things, by the news guy who said that he, for his part, liked the movie very much, and said the title correctly. And by the fact they probably wouldn't have let me on the air anyway.
Really, between that and Norrington's impending doom, the Royal Navy really need some good publicity.
And I won my elections for the first time in my life. Pity I believe in a party which everyone around me hate. I can't even speak my choice outloud without being verbally agressed. But I care not. For once, I shall allow myself to dream I've put my trust in someting worth believing. Crushing disappointment shall come, sooner than later. Meanwhile I will hope.