on can-kicking

Today I went to the cinema. I saw some really good Polish film... for the first time in a long time... A very smart one as well...

Anyway, me and my mom go to the garage, we look for the car, because of course we never remember where it is. I once had a friend who's mom's car was called Clementine. Whenever they couldn't find it, they started singing "Oh My Darling Clementine"...

Well, so today we entered the garage and just went in front of us. We noticed a guard on the side, he found an empty beer can and squashed it. We keep moving. Then we hear him kicking the can. We observe how he walks to the poor metal object, steps on it, maybe jumps on it, and kicks it again.

Finally, we see the car and for no reason at all *cough*, we walk faster. While we're at it, in the back we hear how the maltreated beer can flies from one part of the garage to the other... You could almost hear the can crying for mercy, while the guard was loudly thinking "It had it coming! Keep outta my way! I'm telling you! You're asking for it again!"

... if you ever find yourself in a position of having to amuse yourself like this... keep looking for a better job...

about the unknown

Today one of my teachers said something like this:

Maybe I'll be fiddling all my life in attempt to answer a question I do not know the answer to. That's what makes science fun.

You know... he's so right. The fun part about having fun is that you never know what the outcome is going to be. It may perhaps be very disappointing, but it's worth the while.

Do yourself a favor and don't be one of those "idea killers"!!! Take the risk of participating in something no one knows how will end! But if you must: make yourself a table of pros and cons!

when you prepare to have fun...

well... I bought an airline ticket for the summer... I've been jumping up and down from happiness so long, my legs feel so sore...

I leave in a little over 3 months. As I've mentioned already, spring has stepped in big-time. Three days ago my mom got a pot flower as a gift. It was so small and who knew it would grow 5 times its size and bloom after 3 days? So, the atmosphere is really fresh... and enhances positive thoughts. Me for example, I'm planning what to pack already. Insane. But the planning feels so so good!!!

Perhaps some of you noticed, some of you not: we tend to get more pleasure out of planning than actually doing the thing we planned. Like vacation: we always expect it to be the best one ever. There is even a psychological explanation for it, actually... more than just one :) But some part of this is due to motivation... as I've just learned yesterday at my first "Emotions and Motivation" lecture :D

So here's what I'm thinking. If you're planning something fun, preparing for something exciting, but you don't feel at all happy about what you're doing to make it work... why even bother? If you are forcing yourself to be motivated, you won't feel any happier when you get to the spot you've been going to. Is it worth being THAT disappointed?

Ice

That's one thing that really isn't fun!

Ice? Fun? C'mon! It's hard, it's slippery, it's cold AND it can trick you by looking like it won't break. Pure evil! Sure, some things about ice are pretty neat, like ice-skating, ice-sculptures, icicles, etc. However - mind you - it's dangerous stuff! You can slip, be all bruised up at the least, fall into the river/pond/water-thingy, freeze, get a cold, get sick, hurt yourself (especially if when doing sculptures you don't know how to handle a chainsaw...), or have it hurt you (especially if you decide to have a look at the pretty icicles from right below them). But what's worst of all: people love to use it against you. I clearly remember being a teenager having a snowball fight. I was running like hell from those who invented dumping their snowballs into water. One of my friends was hit on the head and fell unconscious for a few minutes... evil!

The only ice I feel comfortable with is the kind that makes fabulous patterns on the windows when it's really cold, like minus 20. Sure, I feel for those that drive and have to scrape the car windows every morning.

One thing you should not play with: it's ice. Evil. Remember. Evil!!!

Also, if you lick it... you're a goner!

An example of a "game" I'm glad I got over with...

I don't remember when was the last time I threw anything out the balcony...

...when I was a kid, I used to be kind of spoiled and threw ham sandwiches mom made me from my balcony to the empty parking space across the street... and it was empty because first of all it was locked, and also because people used it as an extra trash place anyway...

... years later me and my brothers threw rotten fruits there...

... now that both of us are older and a lot more mature, we stopped throwing trash. We came to the conclusion it is time to learn how to make paper airplanes.

Once one of them flew into the balcony of our neighbours downstairs... we tried to "fish" it out.

Now I'm thinking: I have to start looking up when I'm on the streets. I don't recall a city law stating that throwing things like that out your window is illegal...