— Bob Hope
Experienced true friendship firsthand when a couple of Spaniards threw me in the Baltic Sea. One gave me his dry clothes (I didn’t have spare ones), the other drove me home, so we’re all good.
I discovered the Draco Trilogy, a 2000-page Harry Potter fanfiction. Draco Dormiens and Draco Sinister are right up there with the canon works, that’s for sure. It leads to a strange fascination with Tom Felton and Draco Malfoy.
My EMBO-scholarship application (the one with the interview with the scary professor in England) is denied. My funds run out in August and because I’m not entitled to unemployment benefits going back to Belgium will mean moving back in with my parents.
The lack of sleep (see Tuesday) hits me during the wrong time of the month, and an early-morning meeting with my PI ends up in me running out of the building, crying. Tip for those who make a runner in the rain: take either your mobile phone, your key card, your house keys or an umbrella with you, otherwise your options are extremely limited.
I get been awarded the Lawrkis scholarship I applied for 3 weeks ago. I get to stay another year in Sweden and don’t have to move in with my parents come September. On top of that, the repeat-meeting goes (more or less) smoothly, and my PI is happy with me.
An American friend organizes a “Think Pink!” party. I buy the first bottle of nail polish I have ever owned in a bright, shiny pink, and use a permanent black marker to draw P!nk’s tattoos on my ankles, arms, and neck. My brilliant impersonation of P!nk gives me the prize for most original interpretation of the theme: pink lipstick. Yes, first lipstick I have ever owned.
I haven’t practiced accordeon, I haven’t cleaned up the apartment, I haven’t cooked, and I haven’t caught up on my Reader and the e-mails I am to reply to. But I wrote another story and spent a Lazy Sunday once more.
Yes, I’d say, overall it has been a good week.
So yesterday, I bought a bike. The last one got stolen somewhere last fall, but with the snowy season kicking in early last year, I never really bothered to get a new one. Well, that and I was kinda getting tight on the budget. But we’ve had great weather the last couple of weeks here, and even apart from that I was getting real tired of walking everywhere. It’s fecking time-consuming, I’m telling ya.
Anyways. Yesterday was not a good time to buy a bike. At least, not yesterday between 5 and 6 pm.
See, I was happily rejoicing in my newly acquired possession (a black bike! with 21 gear! and decent breaks instead of back-pedal! and a slightly unstable pedal, but anyway, it was only 700 SEK), and walking back to the lab (don’t have a decent lock yet… I’m not taking any chances this time), when this suddenly crossed my path.
I thought it was quite exciting. A crime scene on University grounds. I felt like Morse. Or Frost. Or De Cock. With C-O-C-K*.
So I took a detour to get to the entrance to my building, but it only got better. Firetrucks. And firefighters. And policemen.
Cute ones, at that. EVERYWHERE.
Turns out the ventilation broke down in one of the wings, and the whole department had been evacuated, nobody was allowed in. Which is good. Because you don’t want people running around in a building full of chemicals but without ventilation. Only, and I am trying to say this in the calmest way possible…
MY LAPTOP WAS IN THERE!
I have very consciously decided not to get a tv here, because I felt I was watching too much of it, only to have my full focus turned to my laptop. It is my alarm in the morning, my radio, my writing sanctuary, my phone, and my connection to the outside world (i.e. it gives me internet). In other words: it’s my everything. Without my
internet laptop, I am nothing. I need it like I need oxygen.
And I was not allowed to go get it.
Clearly, they didn’t know me yet. I’m not much of a troublemaker, but I’m stubborn as hell. I got security at Rock Werchter to break the rules just for me without uttering a single word, and I’d do it again.
And thus I went back there every hour. Until they let me in.
They finally caved.
Love to say, I told ya so.
I couldn’t stop my experiment though so that failed miserably, but who cares about a week’s work? I had my laptop back.
And everything was right in the world.
*It’s from a Dutch crime series, in which the main detective always spells his name when introducing himself. “My name is De Cock. With C-O-C-K.” It doesn’t mean the same in Dutch, by the way. The first two are British, should you not be familiar. I should find analogies that are more internationally usable.