I felt like ass this morning. Really.
As is usual now, I had to get up at 6 in the morning. That in itself is reason enough to feel like ass, but it was made worse by the fact that I really, and then I mean really was in no mood for university. Since my bus connection to Big City Alkmaar is simply too unreliable to count on (I have a gap of about 2 minutes between arriving at Alkmaar Central Station and the Intercity to Amsterdam departing), I now use my car to get to Alkmaar Noord and hop on the Intercity there. However, there were way too many people on the train today, so I couldn’t sit on a normal chair. I hate that.
Anyway, first thing I did when I arrived at Amsterdam Sloterdijk Station, was to buy me a coffee-to-go– I was in desperate need for caffeine to start me up. As I walked off with the steaming hot coffee in my hands, a line from Daniel Powter’s Bad Day popped into my mind: “You’re faking a smile with the coffee to go“. And that really was true.
At that point.
After I got the coffee, everything started to look up. In the metro, the last stage of my rather complicated journey to university, I could sit again, and when I arrived at the Amstelveense Weg, it even had stopped raining. During class I met up with Nancy, and we both weren’t in the mood for class. It took me another two coffees to really wake up, and after that I finally had breakfast (a croissant), and I went to the record store, where I bought “The Best Of The Rolling Stones”. Great album.
As I said in an earlier post, I was supposed to meet up with Guenievre today, but she already cancelled it yesterday eve, because she didn’t feel all too well. She really didn’t like cancelling, I could hear it in her voice, so instead she said she’d see how she’d feel the next morning; she might come after all. I simply said it was no problem, we could just postpone it a week, and then she promised to make it up by calling me tomorrow afternoon.
Which she did. I just hang up, because we, as brilliant minds that go to university, came to the conclusion that using IM might be cheaper– while we were both sitting behind our computers anyway (yeah behold, the great young minds that are to be the future of this nation). We’re talking about movies now, and she’s trying to get me to read Harry Potter. I kind of already said I would– sometimes you just got to give in.
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And finally, yesterday the Sharp Zaurus arrived that Eugenia sent me. I instantly fell for the thing, with its QWERTY keyboard, and Linux-powered environment. Really cool thing– by far not as usable as my Tungsten E2, but still really cool. Expect a review of it, although I’m not sure in which form. Thanks, Eugenia!
Yesterday evening I went to Renate’s, to play some trictrac. I won twice, she once, bringing our total score to 5-5. I came back from 4-0! I didn’t want to let the evening grow too old before going home, because I had to get up at six the next morning. So, I went home after the 5-5 was reached (didn’t want to leave being one game behind again).
When I got home, Guenievre called, and explained she might not make it tomorrow. My parents were annoyed because I was making phonecalls at 23:30, but hey, friends are friends.
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All in all, I had a great day and evening. So, to get back to that fake smile– I’m wondering how fake it really was.