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Various forms of sleeping disorders

by Justas (31 January 2004)

You know the feeling you get when it's 2:30 in the night and you suddenly get the inspiration to write something? Well, I just did. So what's been happening? It's been quite an easy week at school, no excessive studying. So at tuesday evening I decided to go to bed at 11pm in order to get a whole seven and a half hours of sleep. That was the first time I got that much in 2004. But it turned out that instead of seven and a half, I got... nine. Yeah. I slept in. Also, for the first time in 2004. Because for once I slept longer than 5 hours. Freaks me out, it does. But that's not all.

The Inevitable Jar of Pickles
Interestingly enough, just after I finish writing about my weekly routine, it breaks. Thanks to olympiads, once again. And they arranged it on a saturday morning, them geniuses, them. I got friday off from school though, which was kinda nice. But the fact that it took place in the morning, brings us back to the topic more thoroughly rambled about in the previous paragraph. I slept in again. Woke up at 9:13 and the bus left at 9:20. Jumped off the bed, got my clothes on and ran off like a psycho penguin hyped on sugar. Caught the bus, but didn't have a breakfast, brush my teeth or grab my wallet. The wallet containing my bus ticket. Good thing there weren't any conductors on the bus. They're not very happy about people who "forgot their wallet" around these parts.

So about five hours later I was walking back home halfway through the whole city on foot, having eaten nothing for the whole day. Fortunately, I had a frozen pizza in the fridge (Guseppe - it's the bestest!) which served rather well as an emergency malnutricion prevention device. Then later on I went to this one guy's 18th birthday party and photographed a jar of pickles. And then more laterer I got back home. And wrote this.