Before I start recounting what happened on the weekend and during the week, I would like to apologise for any typos in this blog. I know as an author I should know how to edit (and also because I had ONE fucking course editing and proofreading at uni, thank you for nothing University of Innsbruck) and believe me, I can. I am just to lazy. Editing, for everyone who has no idea what that is, means reading through what you have written AGAIN! Now you might think after writing it, reading it again seems kind of...we,, full of yourself, and believe me that is the reason why I don't do it (and because I am too lazy to do it and have better things to do). So, sorry, but I hope it doesn't make this here unreadable.
Soooo, to my week. Veeeery long. Veeeeery tiresome. My proteges had term break which meant I had no break at all. Children all day long, come rain, come shine (it was rain mostly). So, I was very tired on Friday, but got off sooner and decided to go out (yes, I am talking about me. I am lazy and prefer my TV, but still, sometimes I go out). In the headline it says Meltdown and people who were looking forward to reading about me having a huge big meltdown, I am sorry, but I have to disappoint you. Meltdown was merely the name of the pub we went to. I know, this is like in a book where the chapter heading sounds really exciting and the resolution is really lame, but to cheer you up, another publisher has just rejected my manuscript, so there was a real meltdown this week as well... Anyway, the Meltdown. It was a pub related to gaming (a game called HearthStone, never heard of it...) and, what else, there were a lot of geeks there already participating in the "tournament". Yes, there was a tournament for this online game (I didn't even realise when it started, they really have to work on their promotion...) and this tournament consisted of ten geeks sitting in front of the screen, playing cards. Well, different tastes, I guess. To be frank, the first hour was pretty boring as I am not into gaming; however, I soon warmed up to some people and had great international talks (not that I took international calls, or so, it was just talking to people from different countries). I learnt that I might not be too old to still have a decent career and that computer games, indeed, are a waste of time (none of the players told me that, I figured it out on my own). Later that night I met A and she was awesome. N, A and I just laughed so hard during the night (our topics included a new style of going to the toilet when you have your period which features a tampon being swung over the head, so that everyone knows what's going on). Hardly ever have I had such a hilarious - and estrogen-laden - talk. I hope we will meet at some point again to revive the conversation about how to use tampon applicators (really, how is that supposed to work? Did a man come up with this shit?) When I came back, N and I talked till four o'clock in the morning (yes, still talking about me) and slept until twelve the following day. Then we had a proper girl day, like in films. We went out brunching and then she did my hair (Good Job for the first time, by the way). Today was Zumba class and I decided to become a Zumba instructor, even if that makes me even more cliche. Honestly, I was kind of feeling embarrassed for myself, there I was on a Sunday morning, up before eight o'clock to have a sports class and drink Chai Latte and have a breakfast consisting of banana and apple - how low can you go. Don't get me wrong, it's great to do something good for your body, but some rebellious part in me flinches (the teeny, weeny teenager who refuses to grow up, I guess) when I do things like this. I mean Chai Latte in Starbucks? So cliche. Well, at least I am not doing Yoga or I could as well shoot myself (or become super slim and rub it into other people's faces how "relaxed" I have become since starting Yoga...no rather shoot myself). Honestly, I enjoy feeding my body with good food and doing sport, but I just don't want to admit it because that would make me a healthy person, and these are the worst (no, vegans are, but they think they're healthy, so same area). We are programmed to think that badasses are cool and people who do what is best for them lame and so admitting that you like being healthy just makes you boring compared to people who eat junk food and drink coffee. Anyway, trailing off here...today was really good only that I am catatonic about having to write a short story for one of the uni applications and never have I felt so uninspired as in the past days. The task is writing a story which starts with one of the sentences they sent you and although I have already finished two stories, they seem...well underdeveloped. I just want to write something perfect and extraordinary, is that asked too much? Well, probably...
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