Game over
As I already mentioned in my last post, the heat in Berlin gives me a hard time focusing on my finals that are about to start in two days. The fact that we have been waiting for the summer for such a long time and now, cannot even enjoy its advantages is really frustrating and depressing. I advocate winter terms at university only!
What doesn’t make it any better, is, when I actually managed to force myself to learn (while my body was about to melt away), and getting everything done by the end of the evening, so that I didn’t need to feel bad about watching the final soccer game of the FIFA World Cup. Everybody who has watched the game can understand my disappointment: 12 yellow cards and 1 red-yellow one in comparison to one last-minute threnodic goal. The umpire sucked, the teams’ level of performance sucked and the vuvuzelas sucked! Not even beer could help making the game appear any better…
My craving for relaxation is immense. Therefore, it is torture to see my mum going on a 3-week-holiday together with her boyfriend. What about me?! Oh yeah, I am the stupid one who gets assigned with the task of watering my mum’s plants during their absence. No need to say, that I love plants as much as I love children.
This game is certainly over! Not just for the German soccer team, the era of Günter Netzer and the octopus Paul, but also for the pigeon that got lost in my room this morning and also for me and my blogging time (finally!).
One should always stop when the mood is at its peak, regardless whether this is a good or bad one. That’s why my work here is done. I’m going home. To cap it all off, there needs to be just another kindergarten clan on the underground to bury my mood!
KEEP BITCHING!
