It was a cold morning today. Cold as if your breath is magically turned into mist, like special effects on a rock-band performance, you know ;-) so that people walking look like people smoking, and smoking cars, and smoking houses and smoking sewerages along the road…that’s as much as I could get closer to the cold wintry morning I used to though. On weekend we talked to my mom on the phone – they happily informed me that at that moment it was -32C outside…cool! I mean – “cool” as in any sense. I’m not too jealous however. Over the time I’ve spent adapting to the Little Island’s weather pattern, I think I will not be too comfortable with temperatures of too below the magical zero. Besides, one can find pleasures in any kind of morning, if they really wish to. (well, maybe except from those greyish, rainish, really really miserablish typical British mornings, when you need to fight with yourself even to think of stepping outside the house)
But today’s morning was all right. Cold and misty at first, then while I was driving, approaching Oxford, the sun made his appearance, spectacular, as always – he was dressed up as a fried egg. Bright almost orange with slightly whiteish crusty edges. Mmmmm…think of the breakfast…now, when we are half into the day here, everything is back to normal self. And by that I mean – the skies are grey and endlessly boring, the sun is hiding somewhere, the trees are grey and leafless, the roads grey and dirty, the ppl’s faces grey and miserable. The usual morning of the usual day, really.
I’m going to get to this movie tonight. Yesterday I was trying to find a companion to go with, but miserably failed. My male colleagues, just as my hb said they could not possibly be interested in love stories in general and this one in particular. My gay friend said after watching trailer “hot males, great scenery, a bear – looks like a good movie”, but he can’t make it this week. And I can’t wait for him till whenever he can make it, because…simply because I can’t wait. It 's got stuck in my mind that I’ve got to see it, and being a woman, I just can’t be patient by definition. So I’ve decided to go alone and to go tonight. There. :-p
And the rest of today’s is not worth mentioning yet…
But today’s morning was all right. Cold and misty at first, then while I was driving, approaching Oxford, the sun made his appearance, spectacular, as always – he was dressed up as a fried egg. Bright almost orange with slightly whiteish crusty edges. Mmmmm…think of the breakfast…now, when we are half into the day here, everything is back to normal self. And by that I mean – the skies are grey and endlessly boring, the sun is hiding somewhere, the trees are grey and leafless, the roads grey and dirty, the ppl’s faces grey and miserable. The usual morning of the usual day, really.
I’m going to get to this movie tonight. Yesterday I was trying to find a companion to go with, but miserably failed. My male colleagues, just as my hb said they could not possibly be interested in love stories in general and this one in particular. My gay friend said after watching trailer “hot males, great scenery, a bear – looks like a good movie”, but he can’t make it this week. And I can’t wait for him till whenever he can make it, because…simply because I can’t wait. It 's got stuck in my mind that I’ve got to see it, and being a woman, I just can’t be patient by definition. So I’ve decided to go alone and to go tonight. There. :-p
And the rest of today’s is not worth mentioning yet…