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Shippy's Enlightenment

Your daily bit of barbaric darkness

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It's Christmas time! Among more important things, of course.

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Apart from having Christmas going full speed ahead against my direction, a lot of things are happening. Just to note a few:
  • I had the 16th birthday and got a cellphone, a flower and a few books! All of which were brilliant, but I really didn't expect it from my schoolmates nor from Jana. The more surprising, the sweeter, that's of course the only applicable equation.
  • The whole week afterwards was brilliant.
  • I passed the OSF scholarship preliminary test with the second highest result achieved. (I may write something about that SLEP test later on.) Funnily enough, I know majority of people who were first, second or third... if these preliminary tests were given relevance, I would be able to say that most of the money awarded by the OSF will go to GNA & GJN students. If they were given relevance. Now it all comes down to the interviews - and I'm not sure how my swivelling between immense arrogance and unsure modesty will look like.
  • After-after party in the Escobaras Club was fun. Of course, met a lot of people, heard the finest gossip (I'm sure this somehow proves that science poses a threat, but I don't know how and why) and also a lot of things about English universities. Hadn't any drink at all, but saw a lot of people who clearly had.
  • Finally did something with my list of absences. By now, I should be having something like D+ from "behaviour", weren't it for Ms Byrne's benevolence.
  • Filip got into a position he's clearly never been to and I am childishly enjoying his defiant statements, especially when they are contradicting his possible-one-night-stand's (except for that using possessive pronoun here feels bad) claims and misinterpreting someone else's. His case, by the way, gets especially fascinating and funny when it comes to qualitative comparation... and this indeed provides insofar a reflection of "what could have possibly been if someone hadn't messed up". (So far, it doesn't look very good.)

    ...no, I am not a scavenger. I just couldn't resist when I saw how the roles twisted and Filip, instead of being a destructive leech for others' relationships and overall lives, has become a captive (or a victim) of the environment he himself had created. Yes, I use his methods now in a way - and I see why he persists in doing what he does, because it does bring a feeling of power and is enjoyable for the person in charge. I'm just trying to give him an impression what it means to be hunted.
  • According to Katie, I should think about analysing my weaknesses instead of analysing sociological connections and personalities of my peers. I'll give it a try.
  • I'm Aibo's and Adášek's debtor, once again. Shame on me, not entirely for the aforementioned reasons.

Stuff. Stuffed. By members of staff...

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...okay, that's where etymological link embarks on being unclear...

Since the Tournament in Liberec a lot of things happened, but because my laziness effectively deterred me from writing them down, I'll now have a brief brainstorming which may or may not be chronological.
  • First issue: AlejWiki. Had a meeting with the director, during which we had continually been finding out that obviously, school doesn't want to solve the situation in any way but blocking the website. (Which, by the way, is probably a suable deed.) It still isn't sure how we're going to solve it; one thing is clear, though. I don't think Lucie Severová can survive the storm of this year.
  • BERMUN was fun. Got to know a lot of people, generated WTO's politics and policies in the course of lobbying, acquired a lot of friends and a few sexually abusive notes. Special Conference was worth it (compared to other committees)... the only drawback I can think of is not having participated in the Olomouc Open '07. (Although we deem the experience of Cuba explaining the word "democratical" and WHO represented by a twelve-year-old at least partially compensative.)
  • NT meeting made me worship Michal - which reminds me that I want his Yes, Minister DVDs .) This time, difference between the participants was not that visible, but still... um, and we found out that if a debater is asked to behave in a "sexy" way, consequences should be foreseen. Such as imminent paroxysm of laughter. (Yes, that was delivered by my dictionary, I confess .) )
  • After Lucy's appraisal of my blog I did a hasty Google search with a link: parameter and found out something terrible - ADK has linked my blog. This probably means that I will have to censor myself in order not to hurt other people's reputation. Gross.
  • Nymburk will probably get an article of its own. Some parts of it probably shouldn't publicly available, though. The part before departure will definitely contain a lot of swear words, especially if I will quote persons liable for me.
  • CAE Speaking and Listening did not provide me with a lot of confidence for the rest of the papers. The only thing I am afraid of is that Mrs. Hrazdirová's high opinion of my capabilities will deteriorate.
  • And those three days were simply weird. Daily list of activities? Get to Pontius's flat, talk and listen to other debaters for a while, then attempt to get terribly drunk. (No, I wasn't successful in that, either. I'd only gained a substantial loss of stability, but no vomiting and falling occured, therefore we may consider this experience practically worthless.) In case you want to blame me from leading a life full of sins, just remember that recently, I've failed the CAE.

    So much for the quick summary. I'll try to add an article about the tournament in Nymburk as soon as possible .)

The Sleeping Beauty && The Sleeping Band

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I wasn't able to resist the temptation Adam & Dan had set into me, so today it was the first time I visited Creative Writing session! (After my P. E. teacher had refused to let me go there for the first half of it. You are probably able to deduce my reaction if you know me: yes, it was kinda "link my shiny metal ass". Yet, I hadn't left the P. E. lesson, but I hope he at least now knows from my sarcastic remarks what's going on in Egypt. That's because I had had a serious newspaper with me exactly for this reason. Bwhaha.) Amy invited me, I recognized Paul Simon's Graceland and the next thing I remember, I was writing a fairytale parody.

The Sleeping Beauty, revisited
Trutnov, Czech Republic - A tangible suicidal tendention among the youth has grown up a little bit again. This time, a Elizabeth Pink (16) with a good education and being excellently brought up, tried to kill herself with sleeping pills - and what's more, she somehow managed to poison the whole household! "We should reconsider how school cares about our youngest," that's the key sentence of yesterday's demonstration of the movement "No more suicides, that's killing yourself". "I, as a close family friend, was horrified after I had entered [the household]. I am afraid they'd all be dead now, had I not recalled a similar situation" (that the Sun has informed about a week ago) "and when I remembered how they saved that poor child that even arranged her jugular vein cut to look like she was bitten by a wolf... anyway, I used my cellphone just as that weird man in green had done. And so they live now," ended simply his breathtaking tale of braveness Mr. Evan Prince (32).

Unclear origin
Yet, it si still not sure how Ms. Pink got this terrible idea. The Sun acquired an encouraging piece of information, saying that her parents tried to make her avoid anything that could harm her. It's good people like these still exist! A reasonable resource close to the Pink family expounded that one of the priest that christened her had met her frequently lately. An evidence exists that he's been closely connected with an emo group since had been excommunicated seven years ago. It is probable that the recent events can be written on his account. Police now examines local apothecaries to find out who sold so many sleeping pills to a girl so young?

Darkness Falls
Right now, all of the inhabitants of the Pink's house moved elsewhere and Ms. Pink has been accused of public endangering. In this very moment, all that the neighbours can see is a hug wall consisting of roses that grow like wild all the time. It's because Mr. Ali Attahar (78), local gardener, decided for the repatriation after the traumatic experience.

The Sun will inform you about further development in the case.

-shi-

Well, not as bad as the rest of my production. After my graphomania faded away, my style went pretty downhill. But never mind, you know it by now, as you've already read the story .)

For the second part of the heading: after two years, we are probably going to have a gig. I say probably, because it's possible we'd even have two. And that's a problem, because if we consider that we have three songs from which one is a shit and the other two are shitty covers, it may cause a traumatic experience (similar to Ali's one) that probably wouldn't fade out. Its presence wouldn't help my writing. I'd be too ashamed to touch a keyboard.

Yes, and it seems that Prague is really small. I met three people I knew just by wandering around. Bad luck I didn't meet Pavel Bém, for I would ask him how does he plan to fit these great Olympic Games to such a small city like Prague. At least I have some sources, although it probably won't help me in the end.

Whoa, let's look optimistically on it. Another debate tournament lost won't make a big change.

And then it all went downhill

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When I look at that little calendar on the right of the page, I am finally able to realize why Kefír wasn't distributed as a "daily newspaper" or "monthly magazine" but "irregular sometimer whatsoever". I apologise. (Not so much.)

The concert yesterday (in case you don't know, it was concert of three bands playing for the very first time) was brilliant. From the musical point of view, I mean... because in the beginning, I was forced ("peer pressure") to drink a tequilla, which very much determined my state for the rest of the concert. (Not drunk. Sick.) As we couldn't manage to get in the club on time, I've heard only three songs of God's Wipes (And sorted them in unnamed category that is significant by the presence of Earthbound only. Maybe we can call it "sympathic punk".), Krokosvorka overall - they were much better than I expected, to be honest, and now we have another band to catch up with - and 12107's Crichot only very, very, very partly. Reason for that - Anne pulled me out of the second row and told me that it's voluntary to have another tequilla. (It's hard to resist her, I don't know why.) Somehow I managed to flee... and got persuaded to have a beer. So I spent rest of Crichot's playing time with the girl that completed that persuasion, which wasn't that bad as a substitution. Next time they play, I'll listen everything, I swear!

Thus, I would have returned home a little drunk, if I didn't decide to take a walk over Letenská pláň to cool myself. It worked. As a de-alcoholisation and as a cold shower, too. So I even remember what was Red Dwarf about.

In conclusion, I'll become an abstinent. Next time. Surely.

I disposed no special plans for today. Though, this Saturday was not filled with Neverwinter Nights as others could expect - firstly, I went to see a movie after a long time. Vratné láhve (I have a strange feeling in the back of my head telling me that any translation would be inappropriate and funny and strange) fully fulfilled (m'dog, how can I write such an ugly collocation?) the appraisal in Premierre, and I recommend it. And although I was a bit tired (even though I was nicely escorted to the bus yesterday night, I still had to walk home alone and without support), Karin made me go out roller-skating. (I intended to do so anyway. But it didn't come to my mind in that strange exhaustion.) So, half an hour roller-skating all over Letenská pláň, half an hour debating our presence on the debate tournament, and after she had left to do some packing, fifteen minutes trying not to kill myself while swooshing downhill through Stromovka, twenty minutes moving around and eventuelly feeding ducks, ten minutes to the nearest tram station and quater an hour sliming back on my own because the tram had already left. This fatigued me more pleasantly, even if it doesn't seem so from my description. I always enjoy Stromovka.

Wish I could go to that concert again. Yea, and I found out there's one strong argument for not going downhill: you have to climb back, anyway.

But no-one says it isn't fun :wink:

Testimonial #2

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If I am not mistaken, then I write this blog for seven months. And the very first post was made about my testimonial in June. Let me identify main differences between then & now.

1. This time, the average of grades is 1.93 (in June 06, it was 1.71)... well, 1.8125, if I count "voluntary" subject - English conversation and English debating. Huh.
2. This time, we got a verbal ranking:) Although we were told it doesn't really matter and the only value it can have is historical, it's quite nice to read all those nice things about me... That I am clever and gifted, but a bit original (which is a negative word there) student, and so on and so on :smile:
3. Third difference is that I am currently pretty independent on anyone's lack of time... well, currently, I am dependent on no-one.
4. My music of choice has apparently changed.
5. I don't leave that gross grammatical errors any more, at least I hope so.

By the way, I got 2 from Math. This means that I got the most lucky grade in my lifep:

And our class-teacher adressed specifically me and Filip with her challenge on our morality and calmness - well, that we should't be that extrovert, because it can bother our classmates. I don't give that challenge much chance: Filip is convinced that no-one can take his jokes personally, and I don't care about it.

Bye, I am going to reboot now, because I want to listen to Weird Al's You're Pitiful, which is, according to Zdenda, the best piece of parody produced by Yankovic :smile:

Weird.

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I'll post it before I forget it.

Alright, this night, I dreamt. It wasn't the dream that teenagers usually have, no. In fact, I sort it under "debater dreams" - and this cathegory is absolutely new, just because of that :smile: So, that's how it went...

So, there I stood, right beside the swimming pool. Large swimming pool. I don't have a clue how I got there, but suddenly, I was here, probably shivering with cold, as I always do beside swimming pools. Well, and there were other children... they were living in those small, old, rabbit cages. And somehow I got among them. And then, there was a tall and quite muscular man, bullying them. Well, no, us. All of us.

And then, he turned to me and began to shout. I don't know what, because I know I was only able to think "what should I do?" And then, something inside me exploded, I told myself I don't have to endure this and passed into an offence. And I am sure that I shouted "Hey, you certainly don't know what 'ad hominem' means, do you, you jerk?!" and pushed him into the pool.

And in this very moment of triumph, I woke up wit a perfect mood. Later, I realized, that it's not normal to have dreams involving arguing about logical fallacies. But that's unimportant, we always knew I went nuts a long time ago. (And I perfectly understand why Dan suggested me to visit a psychiatrist.)

By the way. I got 2 from P. E., with a very unsatisfactory explanation. This is going to be very funny debate... well, if I speak slow enough for the P. E. teacher to understand me.

Perhaps he's going to use ad hominem argumentation. But I know what to do, this time :devil:

Snow again

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...but this time, we involved more people in our madness and changed the place. Our group consisted of me, Kolombo, Fifth Element, Tamara, Adam, Marki, Aibo and his former classmate - and so we found ourselves freezing in front of Divoká Šárka's McDonald, although properly equipped with everything we could possibly need.

Photos are on BedNa's webserver. I'll let it as an exercise to the reader to figure out how was it p:

And now I should probably get cracking, because I don't have any single argument on tomorrow's debate on admitting Turkey into EU... Screw it, we shouldn't anyway.

Yeah, that's the positive attitude I have all the time :wink:

Snow

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Contrary to the general belief that winter won't come, the winter overcame these preoccupated suggestions and stroke without slightest sign of mercy. I am pleased to claim that snow, although melting now, is perfectly suitable for sleighs and bobsleighs and bringing pleasure and happiness, as evidenced by today's afternoon runterfahren downhill session in Stromovka. I'd like to thank Kuba & Sýkorka for assistance :smile: Another good piece of news is that although it's likely to be first and last snow in this year, there were not that many jerks attracted by this volatile event. (We met a group of megacool hiphophiphoppers gesticulating in a very trendy way. Perhaps they should join Secret Intelligence, so that they can encrypt every communication in order to keep it secret for anyone but other hiphop agents. Yes, it has a few quirks, but as they are near to extinction - I hope - and BIS would complete this acquisition of them, it would certainly become a part of history, similarly to Navajo Code. But never mind that, you'll remember my brilliant idea in the very moment when evil squirrels will acquire the rule of Earth.)

Anyway, keep it up, dear IPU, will you?

WTF OMG?

On today's Chemistry, I found a time to calculate my average in Math. The system of counting it is rather difficult, but the result shocked me. 2.4950985! ****! There are only two options: either it is the most beautiful three-grade I have ever seen, or it is the luckiest two-grade and I shall suffer the worst downgrade ever when we reach the final end of school-year. Never mind, I can't do anything about it now, so I'll just let my testimonial to surprise me.

I apologise, I've gotta go, because I have to enjoy snow as much as I can, as it won't last long :rolleyes::frown: ... :whistle::smile:

(There should be an option to disable smileys globally. Perhaps. Whatever. :smile: ... Oh my dog, stop me before I do it again!)

Dot dot dot...

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Wiser one withdraws.
~ Poorly Translated Old Saying

Wiser one never withdraws - and if he does, his act reveals that he's never been wise and that his wisdom was nothing but an illusion.
~ Poorly Translated Revised Old Saying

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