Thursday, Friday and Saturday have all been moderately crazy. I'd call them full crazy if I wasn't so used to my new time-schedule. Starting off with the more trivial things, on Thursday it turned out we weren't as good at dialogues as we could have been. At least when it came to the serious one. The five minutes of break we spent on the second one, Shakespeare's mind you, were much more fun and successful. The elevated mood lasted for quite a while. We got to skip Drama again (have I told you how silly it is? no? a pity) and instead pondered what gifts should be bought for which people.
The event of the day was NUI, my friend's old school's film festival. Apparently, a grand enterprise and all, having taken place five years already and now ridiculously crowded. It was a lot of fun, at least in the beginning when the coloured lights started flashing and every person walking the 'aisle' bumped into the chair I was sitting on. The films were... unlike each other. Some were funny (a mobile phone attacking clay figures accompanied by LotR soundtrack), others were supposedly 'artsy' and deep. Yeah... In any case, by the middle of it the crowd was becoming tiresome and the excitement a little overflowing (not so much in my case, though). The whole impression was a little ruined by the fact that I didn't understand nor like 'the-film-that-everyone-loved-and-was-supposed-to-win-but-didn't'. It was technically well done and apparently philosophical as well, but a little too depressive. I can stand melancholy and sadness and noire sorts of things, but not the ones where little brilliant starlets are all unhappy and dead inside and they hide from reality on the stage and are addicted to illusions and all poor and misunderstood inside. Not my cup of tea, yes?
On Friday I met with my old classmate and good friend. It was great to reminisce about the old times, including our last year at school, when we used to sit on the floor next to a particular radiator almost every break and did all sorts of wonderful things you can only do when you're fifteen. I also spent a while relating the events of my summer trip to her, while she told about her own holidays. In the end we decided we were both potential alcoholics and would have to do something about it at some point. The resolution of the moment, however, was to phone another of our classmates who's eighteen and ask her if we could go drinking at her place some time in the future. Everything was perfectly fine until, half through waiting for her to answer I decided to see who I was calling. Just in case you know. Turned out to be my Grandma.
The people in the cafe were a little frightened at our reaction when we tried to imagine me asking her what I'd intended to ask. Aside that we made some more plans, not all of them involving alcohol, mind you.
And today I had to attend this crazy thing call choir camp. Basically, it's a quick way to dispose of your Saturday. The idea is that we go to our school and practice singing from eleven to six, lunch breaks included. I wasn't exactly excited about a day being nearly wasted, so I was contemplating leaving earlier even before it turned out we'd sprint through about twenty songs, only three of which the majority could actually sing. I stayed for the bread though. Time swept past quickly and it was something past six, I think, when the three of us who'd stayed behind finally left. Tried to leave, until we noticed that there was a huge black hole where, across the bay, the city centre was supposed to be. There was nothing. No lights, no haze. Which was phenomenal. We decided that aliens had either stolen the part of the city or clouded it all with their space ship. Of course we stayed to observe and in short time smaller details surfaced, until we could see the Eye of Sauron and the Mountains of Mordor were among the things involved.
Because all of this seemed urgent, we decided to get back to our school and try to see what everything was about from some higher floor. It was a little difficult with the trees and lights and everything. The next option was waiting for the local geniuses who were supposed to blow up the school, because they'd have access to the chemistry class, a good observation spot. I think we weren't meant to find out what was happening though. In the process of waiting the sky slowly lightened, although now there was a huge H-shaped building on the horizon and we were absolutely sure it hadn't been there before. In the end, we sat in the chemistry class for another hour, eating candy and getting sillier by the second. We could hardly speak and seriously wondered what could have made us so non-sober.
I think I'm slowly getting rid of any spare time I might have. Especially time I should dedicate to writing. This week there is no weekend, it's just the difference in the activities.
