Today, I blew up a bus with my mind. More on that later, though.
For starters, I think my fellow SIT-ers will agree that sleep-deprivation is no different in Serbia. Same incoherent thoughts, same pretty lights, same consequentially lazy blog posts. It happens. Such is college.
So imagine my amazement when I come downstairs at eight in the morning...and the coast is clear. Host grandma is AWOL (most likely off feeding the poor, clothing the naked, and smiling her way into the hearts of hungry Americans across the land). I can guiltlessly eat breakfast! I swagger over to the breadbox, open it up...
And find four slices of bread, neatly arranged next to the butter.
I tried. I really did. Guess I'll have to get up at 7 next time.
I went in today, business as usual, then went to the Belgrade Center for Security Policy, which hosted an interesting discussion about the prospects (or lack thereof) of integration by Serbia into the EU. I think at the very least, I've found a starting point for at least one of my possible ISP topics. It also made me realize that this project is going to be a hell of a task. I look forward to it, though.
So in walking home from a cafe afterwards, we happened on a discussion of how the weather had dropped from a sweet 55 to roughly negative-Scotland in two short hours. I, in sleep-deprived carelessness, invoked the word "Belgrade" combined with an ominous, low accent. Big mistake, apparently.
Alright, time for a thought-experiment. Pretend you just tased a bobcat.
Are you imagining the ensuing sound? Because roughly half a second later, the trolley (in this town, this corresponds to a bus that's powered by an overhead rail system) let out a sound that I can most accurately liken to a wild bobcat receiving a few thousand volts, and went screaming off of its track into another traffic lane, accompanied with a brief but rather impressive shower of sparks. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I'm a reasoning kind of man, so I'm going to go with the most rational explanation here: nascent telekinesis.
Right. Sleep. Needs to happen.
First, some other stuff:
For starters, I think my fellow SIT-ers will agree that sleep-deprivation is no different in Serbia. Same incoherent thoughts, same pretty lights, same consequentially lazy blog posts. It happens. Such is college.
So imagine my amazement when I come downstairs at eight in the morning...and the coast is clear. Host grandma is AWOL (most likely off feeding the poor, clothing the naked, and smiling her way into the hearts of hungry Americans across the land). I can guiltlessly eat breakfast! I swagger over to the breadbox, open it up...
And find four slices of bread, neatly arranged next to the butter.
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| Pictured: Well, shit. |
I went in today, business as usual, then went to the Belgrade Center for Security Policy, which hosted an interesting discussion about the prospects (or lack thereof) of integration by Serbia into the EU. I think at the very least, I've found a starting point for at least one of my possible ISP topics. It also made me realize that this project is going to be a hell of a task. I look forward to it, though.
So in walking home from a cafe afterwards, we happened on a discussion of how the weather had dropped from a sweet 55 to roughly negative-Scotland in two short hours. I, in sleep-deprived carelessness, invoked the word "Belgrade" combined with an ominous, low accent. Big mistake, apparently.
Alright, time for a thought-experiment. Pretend you just tased a bobcat.
(I'm not going to Google Image that, you sick bastard.)
Are you imagining the ensuing sound? Because roughly half a second later, the trolley (in this town, this corresponds to a bus that's powered by an overhead rail system) let out a sound that I can most accurately liken to a wild bobcat receiving a few thousand volts, and went screaming off of its track into another traffic lane, accompanied with a brief but rather impressive shower of sparks. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I'm a reasoning kind of man, so I'm going to go with the most rational explanation here: nascent telekinesis.
Right. Sleep. Needs to happen.
First, some other stuff:
- The weather in Beograd is a cruel mistress. Seriously, it was a sun-shining 55 degrees today, maybe even more, when we stepped out of SIT after language class. I was all excited to walk home with my hands out of my pockets, maybe even with my eyes up. Then it started to rain. Then came the gray.
- That last sentence sounded much more like the prologue from a high-fantasy paperback than I meant it to.
- I'm on a bit of a music trip at the moment. In the last hour, I've gone through Irish folk, solo piano, and Dead Can Dance (which I maintain just straight-up defies genre). I wonder if this is easier to do while tired?
- Why the hell is Tool touring in Australia? I mean, Australia's all well and good, but they need to get their asses to Beograd. I may be biased.
- I could probably, without altering my route home, stop for a drink at a different cafe in this town every afternoon until I leave for Bosnia or Kosovo or wherever I end up. Or, for that matter, stay the extra month and probably do the same. The trick is finding the well-hidden ones tucked away above bookstores. This place is fantastic.
- One of these days, the dramatized claim I make within the first paragraph of my blog post is going to be completely and utterly un-exaggerated, and I really will have fought a bear or drag-raced an Albanian or something equally batshit-insane. Just you wait.
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