The Obvious

pavadinimas lietuviškai, kad niekas nesuprastų

Posted in boredom, life, nablopomo, the thrilling goings-on by theobvious on November 2, 2010

Life’s been pretty repetitive lately.

On the micro level of a day it seems like it’s always: force myself out of bed entirely too late feeling wretched; walk to work; do a bit of Job #1 and a lot of procrastination; then some Job #2; then either do translations by the dozen (pages), or head directly home and go into vegetable mode reading a couple novels a day (fantasy and easy reading) or watching tv-shows end to end while earning lots and lots of Neopoints playing bouncy ball games; have several gallons of tea; often some odds and ends for Job #1 crammed in between; and finally, go to bed much too late.

On the macro level of a week it’s: Yiddish Sunday, Danish Monday, lately also yoga Thursday (about to start going on Mondays as well), home early Friday, vegging out Saturday, then all over again, interspersed with thoroughly uninspiring days at work and afternoons in noisy coffee-shops with translations, when there are any. These past two weeks there haven’t been any. I’m finding it difficult to fall asleep (this whole conscious breathing affair from yoga comes in handy, though, ommm), and waking up sweaty and harried from all the running about and fatal bureaucratic obstacles going on in my dreams.

What I need is a fantasy vacation. I’m pining for the fjords. Portugal could do me no end of good. Marrakesh would revive me. I would give half my kingdom to see Nepal. What I don’t need is a group of student visitors coming into my office at an ungodly hour tomorrow expecting to be shown around. Night owls vs. early birds will be the theme of my next rant, stay tuned.

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maybe not potatoes. do eggplants come in sacks?

Posted in boredom, the thrilling goings-on by theobvious on August 27, 2008

Since WordPress is about the only website that is willing to load for me right now, might as well update this thing, especially as I gave myself such a big hearty welcome the other day with zero follow-up.

My current daily schedule looks like this:
10.23 – wake up (no kidding, it’s been this exact time for the past x days)
11.00 – beat laptop with stick, trying to force my email and blogs out of the withered connection
3.30 – shower, get dressed, remove clothing on account of lard deposits poking out, get dressed again in baggy things, remove clothing on account of baggy things not concealing the fat so what the heck, put on nice clothes, bemoan the fact that my figure doesn’t do them justice, repeat for eternity, all with a book in one hand, slowing the proceedings down almost to a standstill
5.00(ish) – get out of the house, move sluggishly towards gym
6.00 – enjoy daily quota of not feeling like a sack of stale potatoes
7.00 – return to normal root-vegetable condition
8.00 – arrive home, open book / beat laptop with stick again
1.00 – go to bed bored, have nightmares for the rest of the night

Repeat for unlimited amounts of time with improvised breaks for anxiety and irritation with various things (i.e., going back to school next Tuesday), exchanging neurotic letters with my brother in London, and watching documentaries by and about Stephen Fry (swoon) on YouTube.

By the way, last Sunday was Mr. Fry’s birthday, which merits a celebration, so A. and I went out for cocktails and chocolate cake tonight. Okay, in fact we needed to pass the time before this concert we were supposed to go to, and it was raining, so we just dove into the first nice place, but we did have the cake and a cocktail each, so there.

As for the concert, well, it was outside and that meant standing in the drizzle for two hours, so we didn’t go. Typical.

forever question mark

Posted in boredom, life, love, thoughts by theobvious on June 28, 2008

On a house not that far from my own there is a graffiti: A.V. + J.U. 4EVER? Just like that, with a big fat question mark. It strikes me as deep and tongue-in-cheek at the same time, like someone challenging eternity with a can of spray-paint. ‘Oh yeah,’ they seem to be saying, ‘you think you’ll be together till death do you part? I bet there’s an expiration date here somewhere.’ I wonder whether the question mark was pirated on to the love note, or if it was there originally.

It’s summer break, which is weird, because there is nothing much to do, except the daily workout and the two-and-a-half hours I will spend at the hotline every so often. (My first unsupervised shift was today, and boy am I glad that there was a mix-up and I didn’t have to stay for five hours!) I am reading a book or two a day and not really sleeping or eating enough. There is only so much boredom a girl can survive, so I need to come up with somewhere to put myself quickly.

Our laptop is broken again, and no amount of soldering wires to microchips helped this time, plus we lost most of the tiny little screws, so A. took it down to the service shop, and I am browsing on borrowed time. Dad’s laptop is newer than ours and it runs Windows Vista, which is sleek but excrutiatingly stick-prone. It keeps slowing down as if it has forever. Well, a question mark would be right in place there, so please don’t rush to alert the blogging authorities if I’m absent a lot.