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Saturday, June 3rd, 2006 05:07 pmSeriously, I need a break, this weekend is going to be STRESS... although in a fun way. Well, for me, I think it must really suck for Crocky.
My well-deserved holidays have been great so far with lots of time spent either at home with Crocky or going out. And it's so HOT outside, you wouldn't believe it...
It all began on Thursday. On Thursday, we went clubbing with Julez, who is about to go back to Germany. We'd been there fairly early, so half the time it was rather empty in the coziest bar in Glasgow. Seriously, I wish I'd taken some pictures, the decoration was just great. It has a really friendly atmosphere and you somehow don't get drunk as easily as usual in that pub and therefore somehow end up spending stupendous amounts of money on drinks. I have never had so many drinks in a row, me, who is usually quite tipsy after one Bacardi Breezer or a half-hearted glass of wine...
We had a lovely time talking to a whole pack of gay guys. Actually we had just taken the sofa opposite them because all the others were occupied and had thought they wouldn't talk to us because we were speaking pointedly in German, but once more, we had to find out how amazing the language skills of the Glaswegians are - half of them could speak German, had just come back from a year abroad in Germany or had taken German courses at the uni. One of them, the one I wanted to smack around the head for his annoyingly impolite questions ("What do you think about semen in the face?" - "Is it true that all German women have a lot of hair in their arm pits?" - "Hey, petal, why aren't you talking to me? What was your name again? Ah, never mind - oy! You! Gretel!"), reminded me oddly of a very stupid version of Kat from my Russian and Psy class. Sca-ry.
Yesterday, I took a day off from cleaning the flat and throwing away the uni stuff I am not going to take home with me and finished the books which have been lying around in the flat since before the Exam period. I had almost forgotten how great it is just to sit in the living room and read for hours on end...
I somehow don't really like the end of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, it seems so by-the-by and leaves so many things open. Well, at least nothing terrible happened, which I had feared after breaking my vows to myself and reading the last paragraph before I was half-way through.
I loved, loved, loved Ignorance by Milan Kundera. Although I really did not like the first chapter, the rest of the book is just so perfect. There are so many passages I read through only to go back and read them again because they are so mind-bogglingly great. I can't wait to borrow more of his books from the library. He is such a great author! Well, obviously, why am I surprised. Still, it's stunning. Well, and it makes me afraid to go home. What if my time here will be unreal when I come back home? What if it also gets "amputated", the whole period between the fall of 2005 and the summer of 2006 gets thrown out and the fall of 2005 becomes the fall of 2006 directly? Will I find the people at home as alien as those here first seemed to me? But then, it was only a year and I am not really an Emigre.
Next was The Spirit Level, which is a short anthology of poems by Seamus Heaney. Who is awesome.
Currently, I'm reading The Prince and the Pauper. How could I forget how great Mark Twain's style is? I can remember that I did not like him when I was younger, and I truly can't understand why today.
Today, directly after Crocky's choir rehearsal for the concert on Sunday, we are first going to a pub crawl with Kirsi and some other guys from Russian and the clubbing with Julez.
Tomorrow, Crocky has a final rehearsal, then we're meeting Julez again because she flies home on Monday (on my birthday!! Yeah, go on, guys, desert me! Seriously, everybody's going home either tomorrow or on Monday...), then Crocky has a concert, and then, it's Monday. My birthday, and everyone's gone because the exam period is over. Growl. Well, never mind, I had contemplated going to see Carmen, but I forgot to book seats in advance, so maybe that won't work out.
On Monday, I want to try to find a job. I am in two minds about that whole thing. I could work here, I do not have time to squeeze work into at home due to my full time tables. It would also make the two month ahead less empty, but it would also interfere with my traveling plans. Still... I wish I'd find something with flexible times.
There are a few things I'd love to do, but seeing as I'd only be able to work for two month and since I haven't been doing anything apart from tutoring kids so far, I'm not all too comfortable with the whole thing. There are some pubs who need staff, but I am not too sure they need an ex-tutor with zero experience in pubs. Some charities need someone to do fund-raising, but they're looking for someone for door-to-door tours on a full-time basis. And I am not really that good at fund-raising. I'd so love to do something in a more social sector or to do something with languages... Tutoring was the first thing I thought of, but since there are SO many Germans in Glasgow, that proved to be rather unsuccessful already.
Anyway. Off now. Have a nice weekend!
My well-deserved holidays have been great so far with lots of time spent either at home with Crocky or going out. And it's so HOT outside, you wouldn't believe it...
It all began on Thursday. On Thursday, we went clubbing with Julez, who is about to go back to Germany. We'd been there fairly early, so half the time it was rather empty in the coziest bar in Glasgow. Seriously, I wish I'd taken some pictures, the decoration was just great. It has a really friendly atmosphere and you somehow don't get drunk as easily as usual in that pub and therefore somehow end up spending stupendous amounts of money on drinks. I have never had so many drinks in a row, me, who is usually quite tipsy after one Bacardi Breezer or a half-hearted glass of wine...
We had a lovely time talking to a whole pack of gay guys. Actually we had just taken the sofa opposite them because all the others were occupied and had thought they wouldn't talk to us because we were speaking pointedly in German, but once more, we had to find out how amazing the language skills of the Glaswegians are - half of them could speak German, had just come back from a year abroad in Germany or had taken German courses at the uni. One of them, the one I wanted to smack around the head for his annoyingly impolite questions ("What do you think about semen in the face?" - "Is it true that all German women have a lot of hair in their arm pits?" - "Hey, petal, why aren't you talking to me? What was your name again? Ah, never mind - oy! You! Gretel!"), reminded me oddly of a very stupid version of Kat from my Russian and Psy class. Sca-ry.
Yesterday, I took a day off from cleaning the flat and throwing away the uni stuff I am not going to take home with me and finished the books which have been lying around in the flat since before the Exam period. I had almost forgotten how great it is just to sit in the living room and read for hours on end...
I somehow don't really like the end of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, it seems so by-the-by and leaves so many things open. Well, at least nothing terrible happened, which I had feared after breaking my vows to myself and reading the last paragraph before I was half-way through.
I loved, loved, loved Ignorance by Milan Kundera. Although I really did not like the first chapter, the rest of the book is just so perfect. There are so many passages I read through only to go back and read them again because they are so mind-bogglingly great. I can't wait to borrow more of his books from the library. He is such a great author! Well, obviously, why am I surprised. Still, it's stunning. Well, and it makes me afraid to go home. What if my time here will be unreal when I come back home? What if it also gets "amputated", the whole period between the fall of 2005 and the summer of 2006 gets thrown out and the fall of 2005 becomes the fall of 2006 directly? Will I find the people at home as alien as those here first seemed to me? But then, it was only a year and I am not really an Emigre.
Next was The Spirit Level, which is a short anthology of poems by Seamus Heaney. Who is awesome.
Currently, I'm reading The Prince and the Pauper. How could I forget how great Mark Twain's style is? I can remember that I did not like him when I was younger, and I truly can't understand why today.
Today, directly after Crocky's choir rehearsal for the concert on Sunday, we are first going to a pub crawl with Kirsi and some other guys from Russian and the clubbing with Julez.
Tomorrow, Crocky has a final rehearsal, then we're meeting Julez again because she flies home on Monday (on my birthday!! Yeah, go on, guys, desert me! Seriously, everybody's going home either tomorrow or on Monday...), then Crocky has a concert, and then, it's Monday. My birthday, and everyone's gone because the exam period is over. Growl. Well, never mind, I had contemplated going to see Carmen, but I forgot to book seats in advance, so maybe that won't work out.
On Monday, I want to try to find a job. I am in two minds about that whole thing. I could work here, I do not have time to squeeze work into at home due to my full time tables. It would also make the two month ahead less empty, but it would also interfere with my traveling plans. Still... I wish I'd find something with flexible times.
There are a few things I'd love to do, but seeing as I'd only be able to work for two month and since I haven't been doing anything apart from tutoring kids so far, I'm not all too comfortable with the whole thing. There are some pubs who need staff, but I am not too sure they need an ex-tutor with zero experience in pubs. Some charities need someone to do fund-raising, but they're looking for someone for door-to-door tours on a full-time basis. And I am not really that good at fund-raising. I'd so love to do something in a more social sector or to do something with languages... Tutoring was the first thing I thought of, but since there are SO many Germans in Glasgow, that proved to be rather unsuccessful already.
Anyway. Off now. Have a nice weekend!
