Sunday evening on the first day of Summer time. It was a very calm, peaceful day- the type that charges the batteries for the rest of the week. I spent most of the morning waking up and dozing blissfully off again, finally got up, ate something, chatted a little, had lunch and then started working. 'Work' or 'Study Time', call it what you will, today consisted of a never-ending series of grammar exercises in German - Prepositions, Verbs, Syntax- you name it and lo! a multitude of unspeakably boring drilling exercises about it rains from heaven. The thing I secretly love about these exercises is that you can do them without employing much mental effort and that means your mind can drift off to other more stimulating things. So basically I spent the best part of three hours doing my exercises while savouring all the Keane songs and live versions I could get hold of. (I'm going through a very Keaneshaped phase, if you haven't noticed). Then in the evening, I went to mass, prepared myself a nice sandwich, sorted out my clothes and now I find myself pouring out my words of wisdom in front of this softly swishing creature (I swear it does make a soft swishing sound) a.k.a. my beloved laptop.
After making you endure an insufferable sequence of totally unexciting things which I fill up my day with, I shall come to the point.
Today I dwelled a bit on stuff people do in their free time. All my friends do something artistic and wholesome, playing the piano, drama, sports and the like. But what do I do? Un bel niente. I admit I have always been a rather lazy person. I stopped playing the piano because I failed my Grade 2 exam at age 10. Grade 2!!! Can you believe it??? I simply refused to study. I never tried anything else. It sucks, but at the same time I've always found more time for reading, watching stupid shows on tv, diary writing, so on and so forth. Moreover I've developed into an expert of sorts. An expert in Armchair Criticism. You see, I delight in commenting about what people try to do- plays, songs, albums, videos. I'm always complaining about people who pretend to be this, that and the other but falter in trying to get over these endless pretensions and just doing something honest. It has become a sort of hobby, and I've started to love it. So many people today try to be indie, or alternative, or intellectual, or 'deep' when the only deep thing about them is their ambition, presumptuosness and mediocrity.
One might rightly argue that I take such a negative stance because I want to make up for my disappointment about my failure to do anything myself. This could probably be true, yet I do not hesitate to applaud good stuff either.
Maaa what a long blog. I have got on my own nerves with all this endless talk. Hope you all have a nice pre-holiday week. And please don't take me too seriously. lol.
Cheerio,
Liz
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