Bullshit. That pretty much sums up my day.

What a day:

I woke up to a massive nosebleed. Massive. We're talking half a roll of paper towels.

Then it turned out that my stupid government signed ACTA at 3.30 AM, local time. Congrats, you have just lost the next elections and screwed the Interwebs for us on the way.

Then I had to have my presentation, which somehow disappeared from my USB drive and I had to reconstruct it on the spot. Yeah, I'm good.

And then... I began....

My exams... How is memorizing shit only mentioned (absolutely no relation to anything we have discussed during the course) suppose to contribute to my knowledge? Shouldn't I understand the problems, experiments and conclusions that arise from them instead of searching for insignificant shit that I would stumble upon anyways while preparing methodology for an actual study?

I feel like getting shitfaced tonight. I need my MGMT and comparable psychedelic shit that will cradle my mind into oblivion.

Yes, I'm posting an embedded video which is copyright protected. Enjoy. I sure as hell will.

Frustrated with myself (now that's something that happens very often)

Soo... I should be studying. No, seriously I should. And yet, for some reason (read: I'm being LAZY) I'm doing everything but that.It's just one of these days when I feel so overpowered with the pressure of being supposed to do something that I just turn away and hide.

So yeah, I'm supposed to be studying, instead I'm watching/listening to Foster the People on Youtube... And feeling guilty about procrastinating. I should punish myself by taking a slide, topless on the harsh'n'cold snow outside (for all of you pervs that find this idea at least mildly attractive - what is wrong with you people??).

Instead I watched a video of Lana del Rey performing Video Games live of SNL... Just a disclaimer before I elaborate on the said performance, I do love Video Games, it's got a fresh retro-feel with not so bad lyrics. I've only heard this song on the radio before so I clicked on the mentioned live performance video with an opened mind, literally knowing nothing about the performer (apart from knowing she's female - something I couldn't determine listening to Sting's daughter, for example. Not that it's relevant, I just still can't come to terms with the fact that that voice belongs to a girl). Anyways, I watched the video, didn't like it, scrolled through the comments and read through all the hate and trolls.

On the one hand, I do think that her performance was terrible - she couldn't control her pitch, tried way too hard to sound all sultry and whispery and kind of forgot to sing while performing. Her movements were also very awkward and all. Yes, not a performance to be proud of but on the other hand, she seemed like someone pushed into a live gig too soon. Singing in front of a live audience in the studio, knowing you're on SNL, that all can add up to a lot of stress. And she was stressed, clearly, she had it written all over her face. I mean, I have my doubts if she can actually sing well, but I do see potential. I'd say give the kid some time and see what happens. And just at a side note - I think I liked her better not knowing what she looks like - wtf is with her lips? Silicone Hiroshima or what?

Now, I think I should either stop blogging and go to sleep or off to study a bit (and turn off Foster the People. Btw, I wonder why do I like skinny guys so much... there's something about their long legs and arms that really makes me attracted to them... yes, so now you know what I was doing today instead of studying - listening to a shitload of music and eyeing hipsters. I shall be off letting my guilt devour me alive).

The Black Keys - El Camino

I am officially obsessed with the latest album recorded by The Black Keys - a band I know literally nothing about. And I don't have to know anything to enjoy it to the max, the music on this album speaks for itself - it's fucking amazing.

This record is dust on old Convers sneakers, torn jeans and a worn-out t-shirt. It's a run-down gas station, a dusty pay phone, crooked pavements and a sip of cold and bitter beer. It's a night ride on a godforsaken highway with your windows down and the music turd up. It's a scenery you've seen at the beginning of every cheap slasher movie from the 70s. It's good. And I love it.

Yeah, I'm done. Four stars [don't blame me if you won't like it].