I woke up at 5 pm today. Unlike november or december, the day has already started to get longer and there was still some sunlight outside. Bolo claims that she only likes to get up from the bed when streetlights are on. Like it or not, that's the case, with me too, I suppose. Haven`t had time to eat, or was not in the mood to eat, and I am sort of starving now, but I find it that my inspiration for posting only comes when at least one need is not satisfied (in this case, my need for food), in other cases the need to splurge, or to go out, or even the need to pee. The more disatisfied needs, the grater the inspiration to write...
So here I am, a bit dizzy due to lack of food for more than 15 hours, my fingers slowly shaking from the caffeine and nicotine intake, but not in the mood to solve these problems, not yet at least. As it is with me, I have become addicted to Rihanna's S&M song and have been listening to it for the past several hours. The fact of the matter is that I`m still recuperating after the past 2.5 weeks.
The moment I landed in Amsterdam for my layover, I opened up my laptop and started reading for one of the essays (since I had lost my connection and was earth-bound for more hours than supposed). I got home, after 2 almost crash-landings and started reading and writing, without even considering to unpack my suitcase. This routine went on for almost 2 weeks, and after 2 weeks my bags were still unpacked on the floor of my room. Of course, saying they were unpacked on the floor is just an understatement. I needed clothes, and various items from the baggage, so one by one my clothes were removed. The closet was unfortunately full of other messy clothes, so no other place to put dirty stuff other than the floor. Slowly, but surely, the floor in my room disappeared under the heaviness of many items. Obviously, my study-mess extended to the rest of the house. The living room was covered in lecture notes, lecture slides, articles, graphs, ruined pieces of paper, broken pens, and stashes of cigarette ends, empty bottles of coke, empty mugs (previously filled with green tea or coffee), post-its. I will not even mention the kitchen. Needless to day, things got worse on a daily basis. My brain was slowly melting with formulae, graphs and economic theories to the point where no more economists could fit my brain. After 3 exams, I was more exhausted than I had ever been after any given 3 exams. For the fourth one, I simply lingered on the lecture notes and on the textbook until I memorized the most important things without much understanding of the things in it. As was the case with me, Bolo was on the verge of extinction with great wisdom tooth pains (it`s ironic how her wisdom pains started to get stronger when she needed her wisdom most). Going to bed, every night I was only dreaming of the things I was supposed to learn. I did have one of the few dreams in my life where neither me nor people I know were the main characters. It is true though, that the action took place in a house resembling my own. I was dreaming about a family of bank robbers whose actions were obviously questionable, and in response, their neighbours took revenge on them by installing a device that was only audible by them and made them go crazy. It should be clear by now that the sound making the lead characters go crazy was the mere ringing of my mobile phone trying to wake me up to start studying again...
After 2 weeks of such maddening things, all had come to an end. Destroying my body was not close to an end though. After 3 hours of sleep, the only thing I could think about (especially since it was Ilai's birthday), was dancing and intoxicating myself with alcohol to wash up whatever economics was still stuck in my brain. So, we had a few guests, cooked 4 large pizzas and had pre-drinks before going to a club in lovely Manchester. At the club, the spluring went on, and I can proudly say that I did not get sick, I got merely dizzy. While this was going on, the floor in my room was even more covered in clothes, and the 4 suitcases on the floor were sinking even more in my world. Not too much sleep, and then clubing again. This time it was salsa time, and after that, a party till 5 am in a student hall. The third night of Ilai's b-day, was only rummy, beer and several good laughs...
Now, that everything is cleaned up, that some clothes are clean and that the room is sort of clean, after twelve hours of sleep I can only think that all of this was okay "cuz I may be bad, but I`m perfectly good at it".
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