How to avoid study

The washing is done, the bin emptied and the desk cleared (I didn’t find any buried treasure by the way). The boyfriend has gone off to play poker at a friends. I was invited to play poker too but I can’t. I have tried to learn but I just end up confused and irritated. It’s all just too much for my simple brain to take in. So I’m home alone on a Saturday night. The perfect conditions for studying you might think. Except there’s pretty much nothing I feel less like doing right now. I have no desire to read through a so-called “lecture” (it’s a Word document for students of an online course to download, how can it be a lecture?) that starts like this:

Aims:
Understand what is meant by a text
– Understand what is meant by text analysis
– Understand what is meant by context
– Understand some theories for the analysis of context”

Sounds thrilling doesn’t it? No, I really don’t want to do that at all. I also don’t want to do the “hands on practical analysis” that comes afer the lecture. So instead I’m on here writing a pointless blog about not wanting to do my work. What I’d really like to do is spend all my money ordering books from Amazon before crawling into bed with Cecelia Ahern’s Thanks for the Memories (it’s pretty good up to now by the way) and a large box of chocolates. But spending all my money really isn’t a clever idea if I want to eat for the rest of the month and I don’t have even a small box of chocolates, never mind a large one. I do have some icecream, but even the thought of eating something cold makes my nose run so best not go there. One out of three ain’t bad though. I can live with just the book.

Squirrels in summer

I saw a squirrel this morning as I was leaving for work. I was walking along the path (or rather the dirt track that people’s feet have created across the grass) when I heard a rustling in the leaves beside me. Looking down I saw the squirrel just sitting there nibbling on whatever it was he had been looking for in the grass. They really do hold it between both their paws like on pictures. If I’d had my camera I could have taken a picture, that’s how close he was. And he didn’t seem at all afraid. Fantastic! German squirrels are gorgeous, not like those horrible grey things that are the only type of squirrel most English people have ever seen. Grey squirrels are basically just rats with bigger tails, and they’re not even native to England! Why, why, why did somebody decide to import grey squirrels?? They’re not pretty, they have no use and it’s their fault we hardly have any red ones any more!
The squirrels in Germany are red, so they look shiny instead of dirty. And they have those big bushy tales that make them look so cuddly. I’ve never seen one in summer here before, which is strange really now that I think about it. I’ve never heard of an animal that hides away in summer…

Today we got three new English speaking interns at work, one in Hannover, one in Frankfurt and a South African guy in Essen. We’ve never had a South African before. Ooh, the excitement! They’re all going to be here til the end of September. I’ll be gone by then! *sniffle* I wanna staaay!

Oh, I may have found the explanation for my headache on Sunday. It seems it may not have been from the sun after all but the beginning of a cold. Yesterday I felt odd and was barely hungry. Today I have aching muscles, a sore throat and my nose won’t stop running. And worst of all I can barely speak. I’m so hoarse you’d think I’d drank a bottle of vodka and smoked a pack of 20. Not good! I need to get my voice back to normal before my interview on Thursday…