Well, today wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I failed to complete the book report during that 1.5 hour break. I only produced a a single page's worth of material, all of it relating to the characters and their relations to one another. The point was to have it be written with a lot of details, so when I have to look through it for the matura, I'll know instantly what I'm looking at, without having to re-read the text itself.
I'll probably waste another page or two on the philosophical contents.
Talked with my ethics teacher about the upcoming exams. She gladly accepted my proposal to write about the "Redpill culture".
>"I might even steal your writing for next year's classes"
>"So you expect this essay to offer serious insight into the topic?"
>"You ought to know more than me on this subject."
Lovely. It'll be lovely. It'll be such a fucking meme.
with my history teacher. He found my conclusions unsurprising.
>Try re-reading once you moved out and have to support yourself
He also gifted me an old copy of The Counterfeiters
, and informed me that a book outlet had copies of the Chinese novella collection I've been looking for for sale at a tolerable price. (3 Euroshekels for a 500 page hard-cover book.)
I made a rant against monolingual people at the library.
Walked around the city in the rain. All the street vendors' carts were closed.
Finally picked up that baroque Hungarian epic about George Rákóczi II.
Then I went into the outlet, (since it was midway between the two stores where I had my packages.) and bought the novellas, plus an ancient Chinese handbook on divination, but only because it was the price of a cheeseburger.
There is a special kind of atmosphere to Budapest in the rain. You walk around, you get wet, and then go inside an old house from the monarchy era, only to find little shops hidden inside homes once inhabited by the middle classes of the 19th and pre-WWI society.
And there is always a little square, every house is a square shaped donut, with the sun shining into the middle, the rain falling freely, and you look up, and it's old, dirty architecture, 3-4 storeys worth of it.
Also finally picked up that book on Nietzsche and Dostoevsky.
On my way back to the metro station, I checked out the only street vendor's stock, who was actually open. The guy was standing under a bridging used by the workers during renovations.
His wares were really lackluster. I pitied the guy a bit, but I didn't by anything, since the good things he had, I already own.
I gotta step it up, because I'm burying myself with my backlog.
Anyway, I got totally drenched by the rain, but at least it felt good.
I had to put together a chair when I got home. Never knew I knew all these profanities.
My intention was to watch the third, and final episode of the Read or Die
OVA, but I'm so tired, that I think I'll just skip that one. (It's a good OVA, I'd recommend it. A bit of brainless fun, with a cute protagonist.)
The only progress I made today was a 0.3% enhancement of my hanzi skills, and I also read 20 pages of Dostoevsky's The idiot