…is soooo tempting. I have done nothing today but:
- saw a couple of videos about surfing in Cornwall
- saw (again) Jason’s drunken ramble about cycling and skateboarding being superior to driving, which brought back fond recollections of my time in Cornwall
- talked to Lisbet (finally!!) and listened to her Spanish stories
- read a page of J. Kerouac’s On the road and felt the need to read it again, and also reminded myself how great I feel on the road and in the midst of the unplanned and the unmapped. Oh well, I’ll give you a taste of it:
Then came spring, the great time of traveling, and everybody in the scattered gang was getting ready to take on trip or another. I was busily at work on my novel and when I came to the halfway mark, after a trip down South with my aunt to visit my brother Rocco, I got ready to travel West for the very first time. (…) And this was really the way that my whole road experience began, and the things that were to come are too fantastic not to tell.
- got a phone call from Carlo who is, from what I understood, taking a short holiday and wants to take Alina, Sylwia and me for a jaunt, but that refers to the distant future, because I told him we have essays to write, etc. For him to take us to Greece or Cyprus is no problem, we only need to find flights blabla – where this need to think of and care about us comes from elludes me
- met a Polish girl who did her Erasmus here last year and came again in search of the materials she needs for her MA thesis and had a cup of tea with her
- read Połańcowa and Paluch’s references they left each other, and exchanged emails with Paluch, in which way I got reassured that they are coming to Tromsø in the second half of April; this got me high (or made me feel high as a kite:) as I miss both of them tremendously and the vision of seeing them here in the Polar Circle makes me over the moon
- learned some norsk after feeling really bad in the last class when I realised I’d not revised for a month and thus forgotten everything; now past and perfect tense are over my control:)
- saw innumerable planes passing my student house (they are still both scary and fascinating, but they’ve also started to annoy me)
- put a blue scarf on my head and felt like a pirate
- changed the skin of this blog since the other one has become a bit boring (hope you don’t mind the blackness I’m going to keep for a while)
- talked to Jacek and listened to him read me a part of a comic book to which I almost fell asleep dreamily
- did everything not to write my essay on the linguistic variation in Australia
Oh how I love to procrastinate…
oh, you did have a creative session yesterday.
As per request, I will write something here for you. So, you’re fabulous book arrived today. Now, I’ve got rid of all the bulky and protuding packaging to reveal a much smaller book :) All the better for transportation. Now, there are only two pages of writing and the rest photogrpahy of this group of people. door bell…
oh yes i did. so-called productive kind of procrastination, totally unjustifiable. at least it looks a bit nicer now, doesn’t it? I’m glad the book’s there.
so i hope that is what you thought it would be :) It is not a huge essay or anything.
Pleased that you are over the moon about the oncoming arrival of Paluch and Ania…can’t imagine who else you’d be excited about seeing :P It’d be suprising but nice to see them. I can only but admire them for hitching all the way. It makes me feel somewhat lazy for coming by plane.
Hmm, trip to Greece how marvelous..I do envy you. Have a nice time.
It’s very charming that you wrote this in English but I think you’re parents can’t read it and maybe some of your friends don’t know English. I can always use poltran.com to translate things. :)
As I write, one of the cats is sitting on my office chair. So, I’m sharing a chair with a sleeping cat. Hmmm, his name is Snowball and he has only recently started coming into the office and sleeping by the window sill, the table or even the office chair. Now, I have cat hair all over me!
Now, I bought a coloquial Polish c.d and book last weekend…i’ve only been looking at your language a week. However, the c.d is scratched and will not work. I will have to go and speak to the shop and see if they’ll offer me a replacement. Or, I’m doomed to learn Polish from a c.d that will not play one quater of its tracks :(
This week, also saw me buying a lens for Alina..so, she can be happy about that.
Once again, love your new blog does this also mean new Ula?
me? new? haven’t changed too much. just as you remember me. the purpose of the new blog is to keep me posting, as I started to dislike the other one. A bit of fresh air didn’t hurt anyone. Enjoy your day! And greet Snowball (what a name for a cat in the country deprived of snow, ironic?).
Just got back from my walk around Manchester and the bookstore. I bought some d.v.d including ‘This is England’
I should add that you are welcome to Manchester but as you know you don’t need an invitation. O.k, Manchester doesn’t have the exoticness or sex appeal as Greece but it’s a great City. At least I see Greece as sexy and exotic…hmmmm!
As for the ‘new image’ thing….in the U.K we have political parties for example Labour who then called themself New Labour to reflect a modern, hip and trendy political party. Now, this is called spin and is conjured up by the spin doctors. So, the ‘new image’ was a little bit of a joke. I often say to my friends (not that I have any) You’ve heard of New Labour now let me introduce you to New Roy. A roar of eye brows are raised ironically at this point as if they’ve heard it all before.
No, irony as for the naming of Snowball…it is just his colour! He is white and black and therefore looks like a snowball. He hasn’t moved a bit since this morning. In fact, I can often hear him snoring from all the way downstairs. I’ve never seen a snoring cat. So, cute!
Hello Ulllllllllika, ka ka ka!
Snowball has abandoned this house and gone back to our neighbor where he gets spoiled to death. The only nice thing I can say about this situation is that at least his snoring doesn’t keep the other cats or me awake. Thats a good thing.
Just been browsing the Tromso group page to re-affirm the notion that not a soul has left me a message. All that wonderful poerty for what? for nothing, thats what! Maybe I’m too boring for them, I don’t know. I mean I am a little dull!
Just come back from Cardiff, so I have. I have you know! I met some former erasmus students there. However, Betty my favorite and nicest one was sick. I don’t get on great with Lucie or Esme as I think that they think that I’m weird or strange. Me? Huh! So, Betty speant the whole time in some bed checking her temperature from time to time.
At the nice when they girls and boys came back from Tromso. They all played a drinking game – lets get pissed. But I refrained myself from playing along. I didn’t do any drinking either. I just don’t understand or get enthusiastic about the game. So, everybody has a coloured counter and they each throw a dice. If their counter lands on a ‘red drink two fingers’ then the red counters ownner must do that. And sometimes they player may end up on a ‘red elephant’ where they have to read out a tounge twister correctly. Played that for hours. I spoke to two guys who were science students. On of them studies anatomy. Now he has his own corpse to cut up and once a penis was severed in half by the girls of the group. It’s all science and it’s for a good cause right. Then, I left the house the next day and a day early. After all,Betty was feeling sick. And I needed some peace for myself.
…but the train was £45 and there is no way I’m paying that. So, I went to a hostel but didn’t have my passport. So, I walked around the Cardiff parks..then sat in McD’s until late. Then walked into the hills for hours. Until I returned at 6am in the centre of Cardiff…i will continue in next post.
Sorry for the little errors I’ve been making..just read over my post. Hope you’ll be able to correct the post for yourself.
O.k, so at 6am I ended up at the 24hour McD’s again for a little breakfast. Yes, we have 24hour McD’s and Supermarkets in this country. Now, you’ve heard of McD’s drive ins, McD’s shakes but what about McD’s flying chip bullet? Read on… Got on the train and went to sleep for a few hours. Once home at 16.00 I jumped into bed and woke up at 08.00am the next morning. Hmmm, I kinda wish I didn’t leave them so early. Cos I do like Betty and the girls. However, I couldn’t put up with the energy. Also, I felt that the whole experience was kinda artistic and had a performance element to it. I was able to watch the Cardiff nightlift from the point of view of sitting just opposite McD’s toilet. All the revellers who visited that toilet…all sorts of people. One guy bosted about his birthday. A girl gave him a flyer and said ‘happy birtday.’ ‘are you going? I’m going already!’ The girl smiled ‘see you there then’
On hearing this the young chap roared ‘hey guys, those two slags are coming too!.’
The blond lady furiously raced out of the restaurant with her McD’s chip bullets and threw a few at him. She was mad although I could see she enjoyed this moment of revenge. I enjoyed it :)
I have a question…how any people will I cook for? Is there anything specific I need to bring with me. I wont change any money over as you girls will provide me with enough spends. I hope to have some left over. I don’t have money to burn these days…sadly. I prefer it when I do have money to burn…don’t we all.
O.k, i’m gone on for long enough…and i’m sure you are somewhat tired of my stories.
oh, i forgot to add that all this Cardiff thing…being alone, enjoy the 24hour being awake, artistic madness. Well, it reminded me of the thirst I have to do the walk of Santiago…From Lescar, Pau in France all the way down to Spain. Hmmm, it would be so lovely. And, I think I’m mad enough to do it. We’ll see. So, the insanity brought about some good things too.