I felt like shit today. I have this small, but constant urge to vomit. Don't know why. And there is also a really weird, constant feel of emptiness at the top of my stomach.
Honestly, by 10 'o clock, I had no idea what time it was, or what classes I were supposed to attend. I was studying for a literature test in the library, then go to the classroom for a literature class, and there isn't anybody there. Turns out I didn't even have a literature class today. Same for biology. Fucking madness.
As a sidenote: I'm never buying an energy drink ever again. It was 50 cents, half a litre, and made me feel even worse. Even as I write this, I feel bad, though it seems to subside when I eat something.
Said yes to the prom dance. Sadly the girl I wanted to dance with already has a partner. I'm thinking of cancelling it. I'm not going to dance with the fat bitch.
Man, she had such a cute smile while saying no.
>I'd gladly dance with you, but sadly I've gotten a partner since
My mother really wants me to dance and attend the prom. It's really meaningless to me.
Had some funny dialogues with my classmates today. Most people were talking about the new Avengers
movie, and the new GoT episode.
Strangely enough, even people who haven't seen the prequel movies want to see the Avengers
GoT? I didn't even give enough of a toss to know the spoilers. One episode in itself is but a fragment, so I'd extract no "value" or enjoyment from "learning" the information pertaining to the plot.
Feels good to be talking with people.
I went into the city centre to get some Earl Grey. I have tea, but I don't want to drink the expensive stuff every day. It's a waste, so I opt for this cheap tea.
On the way I rummaged through multiple book carts. Got some nice things. Picked up Lao She's Rickshaw Boy
(of which the title was mysteriously changed to "Mistress Tiger and her husband
, another version of Tristan and Isolde
and a copy of our "national drama" Bánk Bán
, which I wanted to read for quite some time, and sadly I don't remember much of from class. It's archaically written, even for its time, but it's nothing too hard, though recently I've seen a parallel edition with "old"-Hungarian on the left and "new"-Hungarian on the right. Laughable. It's like saying Shakespeare is "old"-English.
>Hurr hurr Ernst nobody reads Shakesepeare in the original, not even Uni students I know
I want to slap my literature teacher for saying this. M8, it's early modern English. You get a bloody glossary and you are good to go. Like, m8 you read Harry potter in English and you are proud of yourself, don't kid me m8.
I also rummaged through the adoption box
we have at school, and picked out a monograph on the history of the Hungarian language. Seems to be good, if a bit old, but nothing too worrying.
Bernhard's Alte Meister
was a gift from my history teacher.
In the end, I just felt guilty for spending the money. Even more so after my mother told me that I won't get that data entry job. Though she later corrected herself, saying that I'll get it, just not next month. Working with money that doesn't exists is the worst feeling in the world.
On the way home, I turned in a scratch ticket I was gifted yesterday. Won three whole euros on it. What a fortune, innit?
Cashier asked for my ID, and when she accepted it, she was hesitant to give me the cash, offering me more tickets instead.
>How many (tickets) should I give you?
>Oh, you want the cash
However much I like Russian literature, I don't plan on developing a gambling addiction. Fuck gambling.
I have a week off after the first of May, so I'll have a lot of time to read and work on my translation. I want to finish reading Hunger
, and then I want to read the Iliad
, because I feel embarrassed for not having read that. They say it's the best epic ever written, so I'm eagerly awaiting whether or not it lives up to its name.