Yesterday was odd. I woke up late. Nobody is doing groceries, and I kinda don't have the money so I've been skipping lunches. I had a pretzel and some biscuits basically.
And a coffee. I really like that Italian coffee I got.
I felt really frantic. My words were a bit jumbled in a sense. But I could express myself in Chinese. And German. And English. And Hungarian too.
Got my "review copy" of a book. It's nice. Not the book itself, but rather how there is this old-school feel to a professor just telling you in a letter that he will drop it off at the guardroom in one of the buildings and you can just go there and pick it up from an indifferent guardsman.
It's a package, it has your name on it and so on.
Of course I forgot which building I was in so I went outside, checked the sign for the right letter and then went back in. Probably the coffee.
A classmate was like "How long have you been at this university?" and yes, I have been here for 5 years now, but the point is, 99% of the time I don't need to know what building this is.
I've decided to go to some right-wing hawkish conference. Best to get on a train right as it derails and kills everyone on board.
Honestly I can't stand foreign policy people. Every single foreign relations BA retard thinks they are Kissinger or some shit even though they are just right-wing dickheads in a mid suit.
(On the other hand, all sociologists are wannabe communist pothead retards. I wish I could see them fight to the death.
t. philologist)
(But we must remember Nietzsche: "I think out of a hundred philologists, ninety-nine shouldn't be philologists at all." I'm the one.)
(Realistically, out of the two I am more jealous of the foreign policy bloodsuckers, I have been retooling myself a bit for more modern stuff so that I could be eligible for that shit. I could conquer the world. Or at least a humble ministerial department maybe.)
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