I don't want to work...

See? I came up with something more ingenious than "Third post" as a title! Hah! I might become a good blogger after all. But maybe not because I won't keep my promise and and talk about the other painting. I'm neither in the mood nor have I time for it. Okay, I also have no time to post but that's another story...
I got to go to the dentist today and I simply HATE dentists! Afterwards my student who I'm tutoring (not torturing!) in English will come...her mother seemingly makes her so she's not very enthusiastic. *sigh*
Apart from that, I've got to tidy my room for tomorrow, think about a theme to write a Hausarbeit about for theatre (no idea! But got to hand it in within the next two weeks....*sob*) and work for a presentation about Hegel (my part is "end of art" no idea also!). Uni is cool but it sucks!
I ust saw David Hewlett's acceptance speech for winning the spacey award...if you can call that "speech" at all *lol*
Video
It's hilarious and simply David! The man is shameless!

Just one hour left before I must go...
Another totally uninteresting thing is that I wrote a 125 words description of my feelings during that block seminar about film history on that terribly hot day on the 7th floor in a room with no windows or air conditioning and the walls being black...it was more than 30°C in that room! I was to apathetic to even die....the description is for uni. I hope Bill (my lecturer) will be happy with it.

Situation Snapshot

The walls are watching you, choking you mercilessly and drawing you through the hungry gates of an eternal blackness. They are swallowing every sign of life. Your heavy head pulls you down, filled with faceless thoughts you cannot grasp. The sweet whispering ground, welcoming you in its arms. Every moaning has died and subsided into shallow breathing. Waves on the screen. Back and forth; drawing you with them into an alluring silence. Time creeps by, fighting in despair against the clutches of the sticky air. Like you. Crushing and crumbling under the suffocating weight of the life-sucking walls, clad in dark cloth, and the hot, sticky mass of air. No energy, no substance left to rise and flee from the living tomb. Apathy…

So, what do you think? Okay, there's no "you" so you don't have to answer that. But personaly, I think, it's not too bad and it mirrors my feelings exactly (maybe just slightly exaggerated like all writers do it *g*).
Yah, that shall suffice for now...
I'm hungry and will search for something eatable.

:: Yeoyou ::