Days like these... I hate'em

Today was a rotten day. A rotten, rotten day. I woke up at 7:30 and had to pee so bad. I wandered off to the bathroom with my eyes closed so that I didn't wake up more than I had to; this is not very difficult because my room is only fourteen square metres. I finished up, put my head under the tap to get a drink of water because I had morning pasties and got back into bed. I realised that I was actually feeling quite refreshed and hoped that I wouldn't fall back into a deep sleep before my alarm rang at 8:15, but I love lying in bed so much that I wasn't about to get out of it any sooner than I had to. When the alarm rang I was tempted to just get up and start the day, but decided that I had actually set the alarm for 8:12 for the explicit purpose of hitting snooze twice. I should mention here that my class didn't start until 1:00, but I am trying to turn over a new leaf by getting up at 8(ish) everyday and exercising; the first phase is training myself to get up, then I will try the exercising part. So, I hit snooze. And had a little dream before the next alarm rang. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. When everything was said and done, I got out of bed at 11:00. Not happy.

Today is Wednesday. Wednesday is the day where I see that TA that I have a crush on so I always try to look nice on Wednesdays. Today is an especially big Wednesday because I don't think that everyone who normally comes to the Uebung will be there, seeing as how it is the last week before the break. I turn on my curling iron so that it can heat up while I shower. I get in the shower. I shower. I get out of the shower. I don't know what to wear. I decide to air dry and make lunch. You know, yesterday before lunch I washed all the dishes, so how is it possible that every single dish in the whole place is dirty? I start cutting up some veggies (still naked) and get some meat cooking, then I take the towel off my head and brush out my hair. I go over to the curling iron. It's not hot. That's odd. Then I realise that it's broken. I almost cry, but hold it together. I try a different outlet. Still nothing. I'm sure it's broken and I'm sad because it's the best curling iron ever, and it's from Canada and I only recently found out that it's dual voltage and was just enjoying it again. It was like a second honeymoon with this old girl and then she just died on me! That's okay, I'll find something else to do with my hair. Crap, better get back to cooking lunch or it will burn.

It's now 12:10. I am sitting at my desk, naked, eating spaghetti, watching Gilmore Girls and whining to Nicole and Olivier over MSN about what a shitty morning it's been. I finish eating and put on some pants. I decide that I have to do something with my hair so I put it in a muffin. Frizzy. I take it out of the muffin, grab my blow dryer, straighten only the front and put it back into a muffin. I find a shirt and put that on. That messes up the muffin and I have to redo it. I am finally ready to go and I head off. At least I get to see that TA today. I get to the lecture and sit next to the friend I have in that class. Her name is Dijana. She says that someone is checking to see if the prof is even here today. He isn't; class is cancelled. So now I have two hours before the Uebung. Dijana is going home, and isn't coming back; it's not worth it. I realize that, if I thought there were going to be only a few people there before, there certainly would be even less now that the lecture (which is directly before the Uebung) was cancelled.

Canadian Bari would take this opportunity to impress and talk to Hot TA. That's because Canadian Bari is smart and funny and quick. German Bari is awkward. That's it. That sums me up: awkward. So I went home and watched my new favorite soap opera. Then Nicole and I went to the store. I came home, ate dinner and then headed off to work. I had a very strenuous evening because Dario was busting my chops right from the get go about correcting the homework assignments that were handed in because they wanted to email them back out tomorrow before the holidays start. But when I got there Oksana was correcting someone's work and there were two other people waiting to be corrected, so I sat down with one of them despite what he had to say.

I finished up with the girl and got to work on the homework assignments. The last homework assignment was an easy one to correct; it was a letter of introduction. In this one, the student reads a short article on apartheid in South Africa and then writes a short paper on their opinion on the matter. This is really hard to mark. Sometimes the person writes something that is really unclear and you have to guess the proper word that they wanted to use, but you know that it could be one of four words and each word would give it a completely different meaning. It's really hard when they aren't there to ask what they mean. It's really strenuous, actually.

Afterwards Dario, Oksana, Christian and I all headed off to Tollwood again. I love Tollwood and was thrilled that that's where we were going! So, we got there and met one of their friends who was named Christina (I think) and spend the next hour standing out in the cold and drinking Gluehwein, Gluehbier and hot chocolate (by the way, Nicole, I tried those Langos things: they're okay) before heading into the main pavillion tent to look around. It ended up okay. But I bought some mittens and a little bag thing and was too downtrodden to bargain. Whatever, I don't feel ripped off, and I guess that's what matters.

I hope that tomorrow is a better day. It should be. Nicole and I are going to take the Christkindltram (Christmas tram) around the city and then, in the evening, we are going to a concert with Olivier and a friend of his from France who is coming for Christmas. He seems pretty certain that she and I will hit it off, so I am excited. The band is called Gogol Bordello and, from the two songs I've heard, they sound like a cross between Polish folk music and Ska. Kind of like Ska with a squeeze box instead of a saxophone. We'll have to see, though, because I really have only heard the two songs. Okay, I should head to bed now, I have a big day tomorrow! I leave you with a picture that I took of Tollwood the first time I went. I apologize that it's a little blurry, but what you are looking at is a large sculpture right near the entrance. Apparently, there is a new sculpture every year.