Learning new languages the sexy way

It's been a while since I did a movie recap spam, and since I got my hands on a cult horror classic today... Well, the quality isn't top notch, but here's the synopsis to make sure everything's perfectly clear:

En pacama marborda regiono, kun kuracakvaj fontoj, Marko (Willian Shatner) loĝas kun sia fratino. Sed la fortoj de l’Malbono estas proksimaj kaj virinaspekta demono, Kia (Allyson Ames), elektas la puran animon de Marko por ĝin damnigi. Kia tamen ne kapablos rezisti al siaj amsentoj al Marko, kaj demonestrino (Eloise Hardt) alvokos la demonon “Incubus” por pereigi la animon de Marko.

Yup, that's Esperanto. And sharp eyes might have picked out the name "William Shatner", so what do you think I've got?

Oh yes, Incubus from 1965! The first horror movie to be made entirely in Esperanto!

( O Dio, caps and stale sarcasm )

Well, that's Incubus. Not exactly Shakespeare, nor Hitchcock for that matter, but enjoyably camp and certainly quite different than I had been led to believe. I think the moral is DON'T BE PURE. Or something.

Just so you know

You know what? I would be much obliged if this day, this week, this exam, this computer, my other computer, this insomnia, this virus (or whatever it is I'm having) and this cluttered room would just FUCK OFF and DIAF.

God, we aren't even through with Monday but suckitude of this dimension is goddamn unparalleled. Yes I know I usually have a pre-exam nerves, but this... this is something else. I simply haven't been studying this semester, okay? I don't know why, I don't know what on earth I've been doing instead, but I've completely dropped the ball. A few months ago they picked my assignment on Christian VIII of Denmark as one of the best of my class (of a hundred), and now... I'm fairly certain there isn't a single historical issue between the Sixteenth Century and the present day I have two hours' worth of knowledge on, let alone seven.

There. Now everybody knows, and everybody can hopefully stop telling me "oh I'm sure you'll pass with flying colours!". I probably won't, and I'm pretty okay with that - the system is sound, if I fail I'll just do the exam next semester. By then I've probably pulled myself together and am back to old form.

My shrink's been telling me it would probably be immensely healthy for me to fail an exam and experience academic defeat for once in my life anyway. Put an analogy from Wrath of Khan here if you like.