Had some blood drawn from me today for testing today. Taking out the needle is always worse than putting it in. Also, nothing better than hearing your own blood sprinkling into a small plastic tube at 7 in the morning.
Classes went fine. Though by the end I felt quite hungry and dizzy. I only had a bunch of scones and some water on me. Since my stomach felt full of acid, I asked for a cup of milk at the buffet, which helped.
The last class was "media". It's an absolutely fucking bullshit subject. Call me a poltard if you want, but this is the kind of "modernist", Milquetoast approach to things that makes me nauseous. It'd be more bearable if anybody in class actually watched films seriously. For fuck's sake, I haven't watched a movie in years, and yet I was the only one who knew who the fuck David Lynch was.
Then it's this bullshit that "commercials are art" and "should help us focus on serious issues". We looked at a few posters by an Italian artist, and honestly, it's the most middlebrow, pretentious liberal trash I've ever come across in a long time.
After classes I went to pick up a few packages. Halfway into the city, hunger kicked in, and everything felt really light and heavy at the same time. At first this felt sort of refreshing, but as I turned on to Kossuth Lajos Street and walked before the Pushkin Cinema, cigarette-smoke got caught in my lungs, and this idyll stopped.
Noticed a lot of people speaking French or German, and wearing actual hats. The lady in the store was rude. Or at least, her way of handling me as a customer felt rude.
Picked up a small anthology of epics. Flipping through it right now, it's immensely valuable, mainly because it lists not only the previous editions of the given work in Hungarian (if any exists at all), but it also judges them, which is a lot of help. Shame the book is from 1970, it'd be even more useful if it listed everything up until maybe 1989 or so. (For example, it states that "this is the first time any of the Lusiads has been published in Hungarian, but later that decade, a complete translation got published.)
Still, immensely valuable that it list bibliographies, translators and judgements, even if now considered incomplete.
The other book I picked up was a collection of Bernhard's dramas.
On the way home I had a burger. It felt really good to have lunch finally.
Tomorrow I'm going to work for a bit, and then go to the doctor.
Somehow work is a bit more comforting compared to school. When I'm done with school, I still have to do things at home to prepare for the "upcoming battles" of tomorrow. While at work, I just go in, work, and when my time is up, I let my lyre lay
and go home to use a Hungarian form of speech.
There is nothing more to working than being at the workplace.
Honestly, I'm craving something idealistic and colourful, so I'm going to search for an anime. Or maybe try cramming in that jap novel into my schedule.
Turns out I was overly ambitious again with my goals. "Should I read Seven against Thebes
too after reading Oedipus Rex
?" "If you have time for it. Though I only asked you to be familiar with the cycle, not to cram your way through the sources."
So, again, I "fucked it up" by doing it "too well" based on my fake perception of how "things should be". >>28225
Those things are invasive, and breed like rats. Not to mention that they stink, and actively try to get into your house.
(And they live inside new style window-frames and survive winter there)
They are a true vermin.