It's a boy!

Finally I know: I'm going to be father to a lovely boy. Great!! And there's not much time left now (well, in fact, we're more or less in the middle now)... someone is going to be the proud bearer of my surname and carry it on to the next generation :) Oh my, isn't it nice? I'm thrilled...

The girl from the future

I saw this advertisement some time ago, and I can't get it out of my mind. It showed a blue-haired girl (no, it wasn't Marge Simpson) who supposedly came from the future, and had brought a revolutionary washing powder with her. Each time I saw the ad, I thought to myself, "hey, hold on a minute. She has come from the future and all she has got to show us is a bloody box of washing powder?" This girl comes from the far future, maybe centuries away from us, from a world with an advanced society where scientists must have found a cure for every known illness, where they must have found solutions to the problems we have today... and she comes here just to show us what the washing powder of the future will look like? She must come from a world where there is no AIDS, no cancer and no Alzheimer, where they have found the secret of eternal youth, where they have a remedy for the ever-increasing hole in the ozone layer, where natural resources are plenty and available to every human being, where they have developed new energy sources; still, she wants to tell us about washing powder. What on earth is she thinking about? Well, maybe in a century or two, washing powder will be as valuable as gold, or even more valuable than that, who knows... But if we ask the woman in the advert (the one that receives the unexpected visit of the blue-haired girl from the future), who is busy trying to remove some stain from her laundry, I'm sure that she would rather get some other piece of information instead: the following week's winning lotto numbers, for instance? Seriously, this really drives me up the wall...

Slave to pastry

Yes, I have to admit it: I'm a slave to pastry. I couldn't think of my life without it; the mere thought of it is unbearable! I would eat my way through a whole box of Donuts ("mmm... donuts", Homer Simpson would most probably say) if I allowed myself to do it, but I feel too much remorse to carry it out. Why is it that all good things are harmful to you in one way or another? Why do they have to make you fat? It's so unfair!! And, in addition to this, if I want to be able to indulge myself in those deliciously sweet and spongy little works of art for the rest of my life, then I have to consume them in moderation. Arrggghhhh!! I want to do a binge!!

The end is nigh

Definitely it's time to panic. The dreaded day is approaching inexorably, and there's no way I can escape from it. Of course, I'm talking about the final exams. They have been there all the time, we knew that some day or other they would finally arrive, and that day is around the corner now.

What to do now? There's still soooo much to do, and so little time left. Usually, I work better on tight deadlines (the more time I have, the less fruitful it is), but I'm not too sure about what will happen this time. I'm so stressed!! I've been too many years safely away from this world (that is, I've devoted my time to working), and I had quite forgotten what it felt like to be a student. Man, isn't it unfair? A student can never really get away from the worries that future tasks and upcoming exams cause. If you're a student, you can never fully enjoy your free time (free time? What's that?).

Worst of all, everyone else who is not a student will think that you are leading a lazy and comfortable life, doing nothing apart from cramming for a exam from time to time. People who work and have never studied (I mean seriously) think that we study just in order to avoid working; that's absolutely false! (well, at least in the majority of cases). Actually, working is the easy solution; I myself have been working for many years, and I can tell you that there's nothing like finishing your working day and not having to worry any more about it until the following day. But if you want to get a good job, then it's essential that you study. After all, that's why I'm taking all this trouble at this stage of my life... But I'm sure it'll be worth the effort; I want my offspring to be proud of his/her daddy :)