The dark mornings and how they hermetically defy science
The shortest day of the year was the 21st December, no? That was more than two weeks ago.
Then why - Jesus God why - are the mornings suddenly dark?
I leave my house at around 7:45am. By this time, usually I can see things - like whole shapes of cars even.
Now? It's bloody dark. WHY? This is meant to be the upswing of summer. For. Fuck's. Sake.
Can you see what this is doing to me? This has made me more angry than is rational. I'm actually fuming. I'm enraged with winter. It's not logical to be enraged with a season, I wouldn't think.
Oh and I'm not the only person to have noticed this sudden blackness in the mornings. She might be odd, but my Aussie flatmate has noticed this too.
On flatmates, Spanish ones
As I mentioned, much to my utter irritation, the Aussie went and recruited a new flatmate without consulting any of us, which I thought was rather rude. Luckily, the new flatmate is a helluva nice girl.
If only I could understand her.
That's two people in a house of four I can't really converse with.
Although, to be fair, watching the Northern Irishman and this Spanish bird try to communicate is seven shades of interesting.
The chica is from Madrid, and has lived in London - the English speaking world - for a total of two weeks. On seeing my guinea pigs for the first time, pointed to them and said,
Peas: Ah! Those. Are. Guinea. Pigs. [protracted syllables]
Spaniard: No entiendo.
Peas: Right...I know the word in French if it helps? Les couchon d'Indes?
Peas: Dude. That is neither a cat or a dog. Are you serious?
Peas: Rabbit....bunny? Bunny no hop?
Fruitless operation, albeit great guessing games occurring in my kitchen as we speak.
Unrelated. I was part of an Absolut Vodka ad once
I found it yesterday. Got paid R500 when I was in third year varsity to be an extra in this crowd. Five hundred ronts as a student is a staggering amount of money for a tequila fund, trust me.
It was shot in Claremont, outside that large gym/shopping centre place, just of Main Road. They sat on a crane and made us run towards this car over and over again.
They gave us clothes to wear for the shot, so I grabbed a large pair of glasses and put them on my head. So that I could identify myself, come the day I find this ad.
And, henceforth, here I am:
Fascinating. Now am trying to source the Ovaltine ad I was in. I was an extra for a television ad filmed in de Waal Park in central Cape Town. Paid about the same amount, and had to dress up as a flute-playing band member.