It’s beautiful! The sun is out, the sky is gorgeous, the temperature is rising and the birds are singing. All I want to do is go out and lie down in the grass. Maybe make a picnic. That would be nice. Go to the seaside, have a gelato. That would be prefect. Too bad I’m at University. Having exams during a month, one falling every three days on average is harsh. Especially with the weather being as it is. You spend half your time staring out the window, sipping on orange juice with your syllabus on the desk in front of you and the other half with your legs out of the window, sleeping on your chair with your incomprehensible scribbled notes on your lap. They have the weird ability of loosing their meaning when you reread them. Around lunch time, comes my small daily break from the hard brain labour… As usual, I’m off to the supermarket to get more ice cream and yet another highlighter pen.

And it’s one of those days when I switch my phone on. I’ve somehow owned myself a reputation for receiving messages with weeks of lag and I have nothing to say as defence. I’m just plain lazy. But I still love receiving random delayed text messages form my friends every two months. This one’s from Alex a few days or weeks ago:

Well, I’ve got good news for us Alex! I came back from my ice cream purchase the other day and decided to switch on my computer to fool around. That’s when I clicked my way to Chris Corner’s blog and stumbled across this entry:

TODAY WE BEGAN RECORDING IAMX4. I SAY WE, BECAUSE I HAVE MADE THE CHOICE TO INVOLVE OTHERS. MY INTENTION IS TO RECORD AND COLLABORATE, PERFORM AND INDULGE MYSELF. RISKY BUT EXCITING. ALTHOUGH I DO FEEL BLOCKED I HAVE COLLECTED A LOT OF MATERIAL SINCE KOWA. OUT-TAKES AND HALF SONGS WILL BECOME THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF THIS RECORD. APART FROM THE CABLE SPAGHETTI AND THE HUM WE MANAGED TO PRODUCE A SETTLED GRINDING LIVE SOUND FOR THE FIRST TRACK, BASED MAINLY ON THE SETUP OF AN IAMX LIVE SHOW. MANY QUIRKY INSTRUMENTS AND KEYBOARDS. EFFECTS AND ATMOSPHERES. HEADS WIDE OPEN. WITH THIS APPROACH I AM TRYING AS HARD AS POSSIBLE TO STOP MYSELF BEING IN THE USUAL SMALL DARK ROOM ALONE AND IN CONTROL. TOO MANY SOLITARY STUDIO HOURS. IT SEEMS THAT THE DAYS OF SCREEN STARING AND SCREAMING NAKED WINE SESSIONS COULD BE OVER. THESE ARE VOLATILE TIMES.

How exciting is that? I feel butterflies in my tummy just by the thought of it. I want to skip and shout and run around everywhere and about! And jump, jump, jump! You better come back from America next year so we can go to the concert together as usual, our yearly meet up. It’s going to be wicked. It’s going to be awesome. It’s going to be a blast. It’s going to be sexy. It’s going to be theatrical. It’s going to be Chris, Chris, Chris! IAMX! Woot! Woot! I don’t care if you have to get a plane ticket back for a single weekend (on top of that, I’m sure your girlfriend would be happy to see you around), you have to be here when they arrive in Brussels! We need to get fan paraphernalia! I’m so exciiiited!

But before all that, we need to massacre these exams and prepare for some festivals this summer. Talking of which… Rock Werchter.

This is the second year we’re missing this because of ticket problems! If we miss this next year I’m going to sit down in a dark corner and go on a hunger strike! Damn this! We’re doing the three days next year, I don’t care about whatever happens, we just have to! The line up! It’s gorgeous! It’s SICK! But I must say that having the Crookers and the Bloody Beetroots on one stage while having MUSE on the other is plain unfair. Maybe next year will be better organised. Haha, I wish. Let’s hope! We got to train for 72 hours insomnia next year.

OK, well, good luck in your exams everybody who’s having them and let’s get things moving this summer!

Now let’s go study. I am so fed up with this I could tear my psychology syllabus with my bare hands. It’s over 500 pages thick and my hands are week, pale and small so rage has to be on my side. Sigh… The words are becoming truly incomprehensible.