fuck you, no songs

I am writing this to remember, since most of it will be lost in a few hours. The language in further entry is shit, but so is my ability to write, because of the

Adventures.

I wake up after a sleepless night, push myself into the shower, come out, oh, no breakfast.

I roll up a smoke, get my suit on, leave the house, miss a bus.

I get in the next bus just to get a familiar feeling. Lightheaded, legs trembling, sweating more than I ever would while exercising (because I never really do that), no oxygen despite the deep breathing.

So I know I'm gonna faint. The bus is crowded, there's only one seat close to me, occupied by an old lady, and I know for sure she's not gonna understand my English or Latvian. So I just fucking squint down like an asshole, with my suit and everything. First time I tried to cover it up with tying my shoes (that work with a zipper). As I was down there, I sort of regain my strength and slowly stand up nooooooooo going back down. A great "thank you" goes to whichever higher power that ensured I'm actually in an Express Bus, so my humiliation was shortened by about 10 minutes. During the long, long squinting minutes, I went through all my Russian knowledge to think of a phrase that might be a reason for an elderly woman to let me in her seat. The closest was "I have a bad heart."

A million miles later, I get out, buy breakfast, wake up a coursemate that was supposed to be awake for at least 45 minutes already, have a tea at her place to sort of revive myself, bring shit to school and run to check a flat out. The flat is fucking perfect, but the asshole broker is now insisting on knowing all 3 people before making the contract. Never mind there's just 2 for now, since we're still looking for a 3rd one.

Filming probably burned some parts of my retina out. Then I receive a message that most of our recorded sound for the documentary is lost.



This hurt a lot, so I left like 3 blank lines there, and another one after this sentence for an extended dramatic effect.

But seriously, that sucks. I run to the bank while emailing with the broker, run back to school, only to be called by someone I think is related with the broker, but, of course, no idea, since it is Russian. I get lights, go to the filming location, another one, third in two days, no?, then I find out the woman calling me constantly is the mother of the owner of the flat that I checked out. I don't think highlighting separate words in bold will help you understand that sentence. Another coursemate takes over my phone, since she is able to speak Russian, tells the lady that I'm a pianist and an awesome tenant. ok.

Filming, running back to the house, haha, and I thought there's time to eat properly, grabbing guitar, ukulele, tambourine, running to neighbor and a coursemate, recording music, watching videos from the December concert.

And, home. It is so hard to believe that it all happened in the same day, especially, a day that started by nearly blacking out on a public bus.

There's one more thing, though. My birthday party is, oh, so very on, and that is a thought that keeps me alive.

Tomorrow:

• get up early as fuck
• pick up stuff from L's apartment, move to school
• record narrating voice in school
• stopmotion for the rest of the day
• calculate finances

The funny thing is that I should have also written an exam today, but, like most of them, I just left them for next week. Anal.

Here's a picture I drew as a "thank you" to a person letting me in her home to get drunk. I miss drawing pictures.