And then I was happy

Today, I woke up really, really late. About 03.30 pm, I would say. (You know? It took me about a minute staring at the screen to decide wether I should say that or not because I feel kind of ashamed of admitting that. Kind of.)

I had a lot of things to do, and they had to be done before 5 o'clock, when I would have to leave the house and go to my math class. (I'll explain something about that later, if I remember to.) Actually I didn't have that many things to do, but they had to be done... Like, having lunch and showering and feeding my cats and cleaning up a bit.

So I did all these things pretty fast but ended up being late anyway. I wasn't happy at all. It was raining, too, and I was YAY! cold, and I didn't wat to do anything because I'm too lazy to think in days like this, and the computer was on in front of me and my guitar looked like such a sexy option, and, and... I was mad because I had to go and solve math problems. I left the house even angrier, after finding out that my music player was out of battery, meaning I wouldn't be able to listen to something to cheer myself up a bit.

But then the clouds parted and sunshine came across and it all looked pretty again; my music player suddenly became alive and candy started to fall from the sky.



Well, not exactly, but almost. At least it felt like that.

As I was leaving the subway, about two or three blocks from the place I was going to have my class, I saw a couple. I feel like I should say now that I don't think of myself as a romantic person—I don't cry with a lot of movies and chick flicks are definitely not my favorites. It's like I can't feel too impressed with them because most of them are full of clichés and lines that normal people just won't say, and it's too full of hormones and... Bleh. Not for me.

But today it was different. The couple was just standing there, holding hands and looking at each other. I actually couldn't tell if one of them was a boy or a girl because of their clothes, but that's not the point. Lesbian couple, heterosexual couple, doesn't change the fact that the scene I was looking at was the definition of affection.

I didn't want to stare, you know, so I kept walking with a smile on my face. I climbed up the stairs to finally get to the street, and as I turned around I looked briefly to them again. It doesn't make much sense to start talking about how they were kissing, which would be kind of creepy, actually, so I'm just going to say that if you could grab the whole concept of tenderness and turn it into a kiss, that kiss would be the one I saw today.

That completely made my day. I got to actually enjoy maths.

(This actually makes me wonder if maybe I'm becoming one of those people that go "AAAWWW" every time they hear/see anything romantic. I really hope I don't.)

Internet doesn't like me

...At all.

I know most of people say (or at least think) that, and it's kind of selfish to write a blog entry just to rant about something so common, and considering that I should probably be happy enough with having Internet alone but, seriously... Besides, this is my blog and I should be able to random freely if I start noticing that something inanimate and ethereal (that would be the Internet, yeah) hates me without convincing reasons.

Because what could I have possibly done to him that would make him just leave me for minutes and sometimes even hours, exactly in the moment when the YouTube video I'm about to watch is somewhat close to completely loaded? Forget that pun, really—I just couldn't come up with any other way to say what I meant to say. Or if I'm downloading something, my stupid wi-fi will abruptly decide it's time to FAIL and let me start thinking of how entertaining it will be to spend another hour or so hoping this time the download will pass the 60% and miraculously reach the 100%. But, of course, it won't, and I'll have to wait a little more.



So I magically and without any reason decided that I would censor the files I was downloading, but that's not the important part. Besides the fact that when I finally (after four previous attempts, only two of which are shown in the picture) got the thing to work and download the LOVELY file, it does it at a 3.0kb/s speed.

Oh, how I love wi-fi.

Then I remember I do love it and get all sad because even though I use it everyday and try to get along with it by signing in to webpages such as Blogger or Facebook or Blogger or Facebook, and even when I always try not to put anything in front of the antenna-thing so as to not go through all that I've already spoken about... even then, even when I do my best to get it happy and used, it still abandons me when I feel like watching a video or downloading stuff.

Why, Internet? Why don't you like me? Am I too obsessive? Too weird and un-cool to be friends with you? Don't you like the websites I visit? Because I wouldn't really mind not going to Yahoo Answers anymore. (That's a lie, because everything that I could possibly like to ask has already been asked there and that saves me the work of actually doing it.) Or is it Twitter? Maybe Internet doesn't like the fact that it has to endure random people's thoughts on—what is it now? Jason Stackhouse, according to the top-tweet's list. Whomever he is, Internet, I hope you can forget about him and please, please let me download what I want, as a company get's paid for offering you to me.

Anyway, maybe someday I'll be able to watch YouTube videos without the fear of having to press refresh. Or download music and actually hear it, instead of fighting with what my computer likes to call "a broken file" but is more of a "file-that-didn't-succesfully-download-because-internet-hates-you".

I think I'll always wonder if this post made any sense at all. Maybe Internet will feel sorry for me and start helping me find that out... by actually working properly.

That's the internet-addict's life, I guess?

Probably not.


(P.S.: I've always wondered whether to leave a space or not before the first word following an ellipsis that's starting a paragraph, but it turns out I'm too lazy to actually google it, so I'm just leaving it like that because starting with a punctuation mark makes me feel weird. Except if it's a parenthesis.)

(P.P.S.: Guess what file I had to start downloading all over again?)

I have a thing for... things.

Every once in a while, if I'm holding a camera, I'll feel a sudden urgency to take a picture of whatever it is that I'm looking at. Anything.

Most commonly it will be my feet/foot, but it could also be my hand, my bag,the computer screen, my guitar, a pencil, an apple, an empty glass (or even a full one, if I'm feeling wild enough), a wristwatch, a flower, a door, or a lemon:



Of course, this means a lot of fun for me, having an unlimited source of things-to-take-pictures-to. I mean... Nothing good on the TV and incidentally with my camera nearby? Yay! Now the boring actor on the boring movie on the boring channel is part of my non-boring memory stick.

That's what I think, at least.

Because then someone asks to borrow my camera all excited to see if I'm gonna be the next I-don't-know-any-famous-photographer and starts smiling profusely but as the next button gets more and more (ab)used the happy face turns into what my face would've been while looking at the boring actor on the boring movie on the boring channel.

And then the person politely gives me back my camera (not saying anything) and I have to say "Yeah, I know it's kinda boring... I like taking weird pictures". And they don't say much because they know it's right.

Maybe I should just take pictures to pictures of Robert Pattinson or Justin Bieber, and then everyone would be so happy. But, really, it just can't be possible that I'm the only person on earth to like those kind of photos!

At least to laugh for a while at the oh so blurry lemon.


(P.S.: Rolf Aamot. First on the Wikipedia's list of famous photographers.)