Only eight more days to go!!! Eight days till I return to my beloved Oxford, all of my friends and my, somewhat unusual, idea of 'real life'. In the meantime, I watched 'Harry Potter' in desperate search for 'normality'. Yep, that's what Oxford does to you. You start considering flying brooms, magical tournaments and talking creatures more normal than every day life.
Suffice to day, throughout the entire film I kept on shouting out: 'I've been there!'; 'I've seen it!'; 'that's where I go to library!' etc.
And Dean Thomas is played by my friend and tute partner. It was quite amusing, seeing him on the screen rather than struggling through Spanish poetry.
Speaking of which- I am The Official Queen of Procrastination. I am completely snowed under work but instead of doing it Im online blogging, yet again. Now let's have a look at things I have to do in the next week:

For German: Re-read Kafka. Write a commentary. Re-write the translation from Thomas Mann trying to actually make it sound like English this time. Translate another chapter from some novel I've not even looked at yet.
As for new authors- read and summarize the dramas by:
Frank Wedekind- 'Fruhlings Erwachen'- the drama is survivable if weird- it is mainly concerned with a bunch of sexually frustrated 14 year-olds.

Bertolt Brecht- 'Die Massnahme'- interesting but not really understandable. So far I've managed to understand that it's about Russian and Chinese communists. Which won't suffice for my essay Im afraid.

Georg Kaiser- 'von morgen bis mitternachts'- absolutely crap. I will not bother with further comments.

Elsa Bernstein 'Die Dammerung'- one of the two books Im definitely getting in prelims and sadly also one of the two books I cannot get hold of since it's not been published for 50 years now or so. I even looked for it in the biggest book shop in Berlin but it's not available anywhere. So my tutor is going to strangle me before chopping of my limbs, yay.

As for Spanish- Romaces historicos, Romaces, El romacero viejo, Romanvero gitano and a hell load of poetry. The mentioned books are nothing to do with romance (sadly), they are mainly old ballads which I do not understand.

Exactly what made me think that it would be a good idea to study at Oxford? And that I should apply to study in three foreign languages? Clearly this was a BAD, BAD idea. I can barely speak Polish now that my brain has fully switched onto the holiday mode, let alone any foreign languages.

It gets amusing when I get drunk or when Im very tired anyway because I start speaking in a very unusual mixture of 4 languages and thus create a language which is only understandable to me. Which is probably good since it might stop people from understanding some of the rambling shit I tend to say when I get drunk (one of my last brilliant sentences- 'I have two FEETS!' followed by 'my shoes have lots of sex')
Which is ok because as well know, things that happen while drunk are not actually real.

Im missing Oxf and people I could have random conversations with. My parents don't really care about anything. I spent half an hour today telling them about all the protests that Irving and Griffin coming to a debate at Oxf Union have caused. I explained about them. And about the idea of freedom of speech and whether it can be limited etc. And my mum's only reply was: 'aha. Can you go and get us some more water?'

No comments.

I had a huge row with my mum's husband who genuinely hates me anyway. So now neither of them is talking to me anymore.

Anyway, I know that this post is incredibly random and chaotic so I should probably go and get on with my work and return once I have regained (or should I just say gained?) the ability to say something funny and witty which probably won't occur until I return to Oxford. Sadly for now my brain seems to have turned into cream cheese.