As you very likely are aware, the South Africa World Cup started today, completely changing everyone's attitude and priorities. TVs were placed all over the campus, in every student lounge, making it more of a "lounging about" room and less of a "actually getting work done" room.
Poor naïve little me, having not gone to student lounges during the last World Cup, actually thought I could isolate myself from the games, and work on my projects. As the way the sentence is constructed may lead you to think, I was wrong.
I tried, I really did, to work on my projects, but there was no way to escape the "Ooooh!"s and "Goaaaaaal!"s and especially the "Shit, man!"s. After all, I am human, and the temptation to find out how the match was going was way to great. In the end, I ended up watching both games in their entirety, and regretted it.
"Sure," you probably say; "
now he regrets not working on the
huge projects he's got due next week. He regretted it because he's gonna be stressed out all weekend! But when he was watching the opening match
–savor that for a moment:
the... opening... match!– he surely wasn't regretting it! He's just being a hypocrite!" Well, no. I regretted it because I found the matches shitty.
