Every single morning I wake up with a song in my head. I can be lucky and wake up with a song a really like, or I can be really unlucky and wake up with a very annoying jingle from a TV ad. This week in particular I've woken up siniging the same song for three days in a row, and by now I'm sick of it. I guess it doesn't help I only know the chorus, and it doesn't help either that I keep playing it on and on in my iPod.
"And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life..."***
Had a final yesterday, not good, as usual. I am starting to think I really have lost my ability to concentrate. It's been a very boring week, I've only seen the sunlight to go to English class on monday and wednesday evening, and then yesterday I went to ICADE to take the exam and then back home. I feel somewhat trapped, but I shouldn't complain, it could be a lot worse.
While I was being held hostage, Madrid was attacked by fog. So snow, rain, wind and now fog... It was thursday morning, and I woke up at 8 to sit in front of my notes and study. As I looked out (trying to find something more interesting than my financial analysis notes) I saw the city covered by a thick grey fog, that kept getting thicker and thicker until I couldn't see the buildings right in front of my block. I'd rather call it mist, cause to me it has a more mysterious aura around it. I opened the door to the balcony and contemplated (not that I could see anything though) the view in front of me: just white emptiness. Not only the city had disappeared in front of my eyes, but suddenly it was all silent too. Very odd, incredibly odd for a city of 3 million people. I stood there for a couple of minutes until my bare feet started complaining. I have to agree with them, it was a terrible idea to walk outside barefoot. I shivered, walked in again and just a little while later the mist was gone, just as suddenly as it fell over the city.
Again last thursday half of Spain was paralized for a couple of hours, this time the reason was the fog.
This is by far the weirdest winter I remember, and not only weather-wise. Ever since classes started after winter break I've felt like I'm in a constant state of packing. Gathering the things I've done for the last five years, putting them all together in a bag and carrying them with me somewhere, the only thing I ignore is where I'm going, but truth is I am leaving. Leaving my life as a student and starting yet again a different life. Strange feeling, I am suspended in a place between the real world and the easy life of a college student. For five years I've been "singing the songs, thinking this is the life" and now I can see a tiny door at the end of the road, a door that gets bigger by the minute as I step closer. I will have to open it, eventually. Till then, I keep packing, "singing the songs, thinking this is the life".
"And you're singing the songs thinking this is the life..."***
Had a final yesterday, not good, as usual. I am starting to think I really have lost my ability to concentrate. It's been a very boring week, I've only seen the sunlight to go to English class on monday and wednesday evening, and then yesterday I went to ICADE to take the exam and then back home. I feel somewhat trapped, but I shouldn't complain, it could be a lot worse.
While I was being held hostage, Madrid was attacked by fog. So snow, rain, wind and now fog... It was thursday morning, and I woke up at 8 to sit in front of my notes and study. As I looked out (trying to find something more interesting than my financial analysis notes) I saw the city covered by a thick grey fog, that kept getting thicker and thicker until I couldn't see the buildings right in front of my block. I'd rather call it mist, cause to me it has a more mysterious aura around it. I opened the door to the balcony and contemplated (not that I could see anything though) the view in front of me: just white emptiness. Not only the city had disappeared in front of my eyes, but suddenly it was all silent too. Very odd, incredibly odd for a city of 3 million people. I stood there for a couple of minutes until my bare feet started complaining. I have to agree with them, it was a terrible idea to walk outside barefoot. I shivered, walked in again and just a little while later the mist was gone, just as suddenly as it fell over the city.
Again last thursday half of Spain was paralized for a couple of hours, this time the reason was the fog.
This is by far the weirdest winter I remember, and not only weather-wise. Ever since classes started after winter break I've felt like I'm in a constant state of packing. Gathering the things I've done for the last five years, putting them all together in a bag and carrying them with me somewhere, the only thing I ignore is where I'm going, but truth is I am leaving. Leaving my life as a student and starting yet again a different life. Strange feeling, I am suspended in a place between the real world and the easy life of a college student. For five years I've been "singing the songs, thinking this is the life" and now I can see a tiny door at the end of the road, a door that gets bigger by the minute as I step closer. I will have to open it, eventually. Till then, I keep packing, "singing the songs, thinking this is the life".
Picture by EFE
I'd better go back to my next final, I really want to watch Nadal in the Australian Open Final tomorrow, and if the match takes as long as yesterday's I'll be in front of my aunt's TV for at least five hours... that kid doesn't stop to amaze me. Vamos Rafa!!! Yet another duel of Titans, Sunday is going to be an interesting day...
"And you're singing the songs, thinking this is the life... Where you gonna go? where you gonna go?" If only I could answer that!
*** This is the life, by Amy Mcdonald (Thanks for the discovery Dul!)***
"And you're singing the songs, thinking this is the life... Where you gonna go? where you gonna go?" If only I could answer that!
*** This is the life, by Amy Mcdonald (Thanks for the discovery Dul!)***
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