Eiderdown

 

 

I've been kind of obsessed with the word. I've finished reading "All quiet on the western front", and I stumbled upon it. It's been rolling on my tongue ever since yesterday, transforming it into it's French counterpart, édredon, which is not quite the same object. Who gives anyway. The word's going to get rolled up in my word box, and I'll promptly going to forget about it. Hopefully. I'm kinda tired of saying it over and over again.

As always, a million things to do. Which has the highest priority? Finish knitting my glove, or finish to begin my essay on corporate governance. Both highly trivial if you ask me. But as I'd like to pass this last semester, I guess I'll get down to it. Due on Monday - damn, so much partying to do. 

I have a tendency to get angry at the world at the moment. The media, saying stupid things on the news - seriously, who gives if the cat flies 1st class back to LA? Stupid sports commentator, who's apparently the only one who knows how to speak English, but can't even translate correctly the comments of the Springboks' coach. And by the way, it snows in South Africa in the winter ! Bunch of morons. Then there's wasting 36 hrs of class time listening to utter bollocks which have nothing to do with life, while you could actually spend that time learning useful things. Sheesh, seeing the price of the damn school, we could at least have people who know how to speak English, and not pretend to speak the damn language. I think I might have worn out a tooth or two, cringing when the guy couldn't pronounce "area" properly. Damn it ! What's so hard about the word?  

Me? Frustrated? Naaa, I think I just need a holiday, or a time machine to throw me forward 12 days into the future - that'd be good !