Never-ending writing projects my life revolves around

and toothache and hangover, yes.

 

High time I updated this joyful blog of mine, it’s been ages since I could sit down and just “be”. This past week was really busy, seems like my life revolves around neverending wtiting-projects: just when I’m done with one of them, the other is just around the corner. So, sorry everybody for this long silence, now I’m going to tell you what I’ve been up to.

Saturday and Sunday were spent re-reading our book, yes: the whole thing, with just four hours of sleep in the middle of the process. It’s still like it used to be three weeks ago: sometimes it feels good, then we have serious doubts about its quality, and consider the possibility of locking it up in the wardrobe. We’ve passed the stage of being able to judge it objectively, so the only thing left is to hope it’s not that very bad that we should be deeply ashamed of it for the rest of our life.

Then on Monday I had school and a test, so I got home at 22.00 only to start the brand new hugebig (self-made word, meaning very lengthy) writing project: the thesis to close my media studies. :D I chose to write about internet journalism because it was simply handy for me, and writing went more easily than I thought it would. In fact I was surprised I remembered so many facts, numbers nd details by heart, and had several ideas on my own.

I would have been able to finish by Tuesday evening, if it wasn’t for the deplorable accident: at 3 am, I developed a sudden, terribly painful toothache. It was so bad I had to lie down on the floor, holding my ears and throat (the pain affected those areas, too). By 6 am, I was crying heartbreakingly, who the fuck would believe that such a small thing can cause such unbearable pain. Nothing helped, of course, even though I took two Algoflex pills and an Algopyrin (obviously I was after two Red Bulls, I drank them to be able to work on my thesis). I was also afraid of the cosequences, never been at a dentist other than my aunt in my whole life. She gave up her business last year due to old age and health issues, and nobody has seen my teeth since (I know, I know, don’t say anything, I deserved this!!!). Luckily, at 9 am the public dentist’s place on duty opened, and a nice Russian-looking lady deprived me of the bastard. To cut it short, the thing looked terrible: half of it was gone missing, the other half was broken to pieces (that’s why my tongue was bleeding, the remains of it were too sharp) and covered with grayish spiderweb-looking shit (it was the one but last tooth on the right side, from the back). I have another tooth missing from its neighbourhood, so now I have such a big hole in my mouth that I won’t be able to kiss with anybody in the next two weeks (not that I have any candidates for it anyway, lol).

Anyway, I was in such a bad shape after the procedure that I fainted to bed and didn’t even go to school, although it was the last day. :_( Shit. When I woke up, I continued working on my paper until around 7 am, then I got a couple hours of sleep, finished up the thing and ran to catch the bus to have it printed and covered (sure, we had to hand it in personally). I’m a savvy last-minute-person, so I added an extra hour and a half knowing that it is highly likely that Copy General would be closed or the printer would be out of order, or perhaps just electricity would be cut off or something. Such things always happen if there is a deadline, it’s the law of Murphy. However, everything went just fine, and I was able to submit the paper by 14.25. Guess what? I was the first one to hand it in. Ridiculous, my groupmates are worse than me! It’s their problem anyway.

To crown the day, I popped along to work afterwards and got loads of paperwork done. The atmophere was nice in the office, Christmas candies and food everywhere. Had a lovely half-an-hour long conversation with all the people I bumped into, and discussed the details of the literature review article due Friday.

Now, this thing took my entire Thursday. Six pages in Word, thought I would never finish it (obviously, I only write about stuff I have read, so part of the work was not at all unpleasant). And at least half of the family will get expensive freshly published books for Christmas, considering that I had to choose stuff that came out in the past 2-3 months, haha. It turned out fine in the end, everybody have liked it so far. See, I’m trying to be proactive, to show that I’m a smart girl and a good girlscout. Ági is ill anyway, so I do Programajánló during the holidays (she had to work all alone when I was occupied with all the above-mentioned projects, so now it’s my turn). I still have to write an article about NYE parties, let’s not forget about it.

Friday I went to a party “with the gang”, I still feel its terrible side-effects, please shot me. I didn’t even drink too much, but seems like I have consumed alcohol such long time ago that it hit me quickly. My Saturday was all about sleeping, throwing up, sleeping, throwing up, stiff eyes raised at the ceiling without being able to move, throwing up, sleeping, and then the same thing over and over again. Now I’m slowly regaining my consciousness and will go and read and reply all your messages and blogs by the evening. :)  

ps.: We are not much into the commercial interpretation of Christmas. The family is going to do a before-Christmas lunch tomorrow at a nice restaurant, just to be together, and eat a lot for three days. So nobody spent much time Christmas-shopping and that kind of stuff, and I’m happy about it!