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On a “positive” note, I hate college right now. My presentation is looming. I have still yet to really come up with the way I’m going to present the information. Don’t know if I want to start with an overall description, or if I should go into a background… then a description. Then there’s 3 strands of information:
The mystery of the 1503 date and how this just throws it all into ambiguous fuck-knows-what-ness.
Leonardo-esque themes.
What Alberti thought of it all compared to what modern day folks think about it.
And what if I vomit over everybody?
And every time I picture myself giving a presentation in front of people, it ends up with a throng of dancers coming in through the door and breaking into dance and song. Simultaneously. To THIS song…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m34xyw8E-Qs&feature=fvst
O_o what is wrong with me. I have fantasied more about rigging S.5 up with laser lights and under-floorboard speakers and blacked out windows and how silvery glittery confetti should fall from the ceiling and the sprinker system should go off… more than I have given thought to how I should manage the information I’m going to be talking about.
In other news… the gym is fun. Twenty mins letting anger/tension out on a treadmill, then more on the crosstrainer, weights, a hot shower and bed. Good remedy for life.
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I have also started using my facebook more actively in the last few weeks. The weird side is that it puts you back in contact with old friends who added you, so you accept because you’re curious to see their profile and what’s going on in their lives since you were both 7. Then you find out that all of your other friends (except 1 or 2) are all mothers/fathers now. All under 25. O_O
There really is something in the water in that town. Partly glad that I moved away!!
update
I’d like to say that the exam are going well but I’ve only had two so far so I can’t judge, but they’re getting done so that’s the main thing. Next week there is one more on Monday and another scheduled for Friday. Both are difficult ones.
It was Saturday night last night, I had the entire apartment to myself. This meant that I could watch tv without anyone nearby smoking pot or slamming doors. Roommate only has to walk out of his room and there the place is overwhelmed with a smell of ash and smoke. So it was nice for the place to be quiet and empty.
Still attempting to fix that ipod of mine. Called Streamline Solutions (the designated apple care place for here) and they just said, “Yeah, all we can do is restore it to see if that fixes it and we charge €25 for that.” and I said, “No, I really think its a physical problem.” and he said, “Well in that case we would send it back to apple for you, but for the price of delivery, fixing it and sending it back, it would nearly cost as much to just get a new one.”
>__<25 for something I could do myself. I restored the damn thing, nothing changed.
But it seems wasteful to “just get a new one”. I think I probably will though. Although, for the time being, I’ve downloaded SonicStage (… god help me) to see if I can get my Sony mp3 back in action when I’m next home. Even though I hate looking at it because all the music on it reminds me of my last two years of school of being 15, 16, 17… which were hard years!
Friday night was funny… but frightening too. There were probably about 20 drunk American students partying below F’s apartment and I was over watching TV with her and they were being so loud downstairs. Anyways, one thing lead to another, there were about 10 of them outside shouting about Arizona and Chicago and “I’ve been in Ireland for six months, it’s going to be so weird to go back.” and all these other things you don’t want to hear at midnight when you had to finish an exam at 6 p.m. And they were rowdy, two boys were talking about what it’d be like to hit each other or something, then the other kicked a car, and fell on it, and blah blah. Idiots really… they go crazy here because what they can do here they can’t do until they’re 21 back home.
We were watching them from the kitchen window… by the sink… there was washing up liquid. They got progressively more annoying… so the bottle was filled with water to make it squirt better, I opened the window and did it. Lots of screaming and what not. It was hilarious but when we heard them saying, “It’s coming from upstairs!” and “It’s washing up liquid!” and “Bitches! Let’s go up to their door.” and “I know those people.” we got completely panicked. Which, looking back, is funny now, but frightening then because they were drunk and rowdy. After about an hour it died down again though because we called security and said that they were all kicking cars and what not so he went in there and told them all to leave. Yay.
But lesson learned… They’re very friendly people, but don’t mess with them when there’s so many of them!
