Quoth the raven*: "Wake up!" and other weird stories
This morning I was woken up by the sound of something knocking on my window. This doesn't happen very often, since I live on the second floor. I opened my eyes and turned to look. There was a bird there, some sort of crow, tapping the glass with its beak. When I looked at it, it turned away and croaked loudly. Several potential responses ran through my head at this point, ranging from "Five more minutes!" to "Do you have any idea what time I went to sleep last night?", but eventually I decided there was no point in arguing with birds and just tried to go back to sleep. The tapping continued. I looked at the crow again and this time I swear it made eye contact before opening its beak and croaking again. It was quite a big bird, all black and dark gray, with a beak that could probably break my window if it really tried.
"Shut up, you!"
"Croak!"
I tried to go back to sleep, but the tapping and croaking continued. The giant crow strolled along the windowsill and peered into my room. Tap, tap, tap. "CROAK!!!" It was almost as though it was trying to tell me something.
"What the hell d'you want?"
"Croak!"
"You're not gonna let me sleep, are you?"
"Croak!"
The crow flew away when I finally got out of bed. I decided it had probably been trying to say "Get up and give me some food, human!". All other options were just too strange.
In other news, I actually managed to get a winter break after all and even got to go skiing for two whole days. This time the wacky railway hijinks on my way home included a crazy asshole conductor stopping the train for half an hour and calling the cops because he overheard a passenger calling him a jerk.
Also, my cellphone. When I left it at the service place, I was told they'd fix it for free, since I still have the warranty and all. When I came to pick it up a week later, I was told that: a) they hadn't even started fixing it yet and b) I have to pay them more than the phone is worth for it and they can't even tell me why. What the hell? If I have to pay, at least tell me what the hell I have to pay for!
So, nope, I haven't got my phone back yet.
And thus begins my final semester at university. I have about six hours of classes a week now. I need to find something to do with all this time. But somehow I don't think that's going to be a problem. With my luck it's probably the only thing that won't be a problem.
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* Or a crow or something, but I just couldn't resist