Calendar Issues.
Whenever I leave Helsinki to go hang out at my parents' place, there are usually two probable reasons for it:
- I need to get some work done.
- The parental unit's not there.
So when there suddenly came a situation when both criteria were fulfilled, I'd chipped out an empty spot out of my calendar like it was a chunk of marble on the statue of David's ass! I'd had this planned for months now: a few weeks alone, reading, studying, enjoying some good ol' privacy and exercising. God knows I love my "One room fits all"-apartment to death, but whatever it's missing, the parents have... And it's missing a gym and sauna.
I've been here for two (2) days now, and the absolutely maximum time I've left here now is, at best, 5 more days. From a few weeks to barely one. Wh-wh-why?
Hell, people don't call me that often - In fact, people don't call me. There's usually nothing I need to know about that I already don't know, there's often nothing worth telling me that I'm not already going to and there's just generally not that much going on that people ( correctly) think I'd care about. I like my privacy and that's that.
So hell gets loose on Friday, when I initially left for the Bastille. My phone, my mail - f**k, even facebook - has been going off like an overachieving hooker with people inviting me to all kinds of shindigs'n'shit. Birthdays, trips abroad, concerts, parties, meetings... heck, everything.
Don't get me wrong; I love to go to these venues even more than the next guy - but fair is fair, and I honestly need to work a bit! The way my calendar's filling up, I'm starting to wonder where I'll actually find the time to get some actual work done. I have courses, y'know, and perhaps now, during the summer, I might be able to read up those courses I actually failed last year? The latest three mails within the hour had me pretty much officially elected as a fully fledged member of the new Aalto University Student Council - which means I'm one out of 45 people pretty much single-handedly deciding how to spend 200-600 million €'s... And that just means more paperwork for me... And I'm not even the responsible type!
Damn it, at this rate, I might actually have to decline from some of these things! Whodathunk?
