Flashback.

I´m getting used to this and it is not a good thing. Arsenal losing. Again. I didn´t have my hopes that up, so I shouldn´t bitch. But I feel like it. 2-0 to Aston Villa. Maybe Wenger finally admits the squad just isn´t old enough to win big? Or maybe the kids should be playing the Prem... It´s like the team is bipolaric. Awesome, horrible, mediocre, awesome, horrible... I am not going to blame anyone (except Bendtner-no faith anymore, get him the fuck out) and until the 60th minute or so, I was thinking Almunia was probably the best player on the team. Actually, he was, I don´t know if he could have saved those goals. Odd. Thinking he is the best part of the team. And I think you can pick out the problem, if Gallas, a defender, is playing more forward than the forward himself.

Truth be told, Gunners sucked today and Aston Villa really deserved to win. The only good thing was seeing Vela, flashing what damage he might do if he got to play more than 15 minutes... But the sad side. Sagna busted some part of his foot/leg again and is likely to be out and Fabregas got his 5th yellow and will be out against Man City. Thank god Adebayor is fit. Sort of. Interesting times are ahead.

And hey, the Harry-magic is finally wearing off, Spurs lost to Fulham. And because all my teams need to lose if one does, HSV was beaten by Hertha. So, according to this trend, Getafe should tear down Sevilla tomorrow. Apparently I´ve missed a piece of news while reading Marca. Ramos´ red card didn´t stand then, huh? Because if you believe the aforementioned magazine, he will be playing tonight.

I am starting to think my dreams are a bad luck charm. Last time I dreamt of Corluka being slaughtered and Stoke run over Gunners. Last night I dreamt of my home town after a nuclear explosion (that didn´t affect everyone, just some people died) and what happened... Ok, I´m not serious, but this just seems like a curious coincidence. I also slept way too little last night and am feeling not so good at all.

Queuing for a free breakfast at way too early on a Saturday morning wasn´t that great. Ok, it was free and the IKEA breakfast is guaranteed to taste good, but still. Though, the peppermint tea was great, a faint reminder from night train to Florence. (A night train resembling a minor nightmare...) And no, I didn´t buy anything. I did spot a lovely bookshelf that I really want to have someday. And I am still in love with that one sofa they´re selling, but I´m not buying. Yet. Just because I can´t get it to fit in my room. Unless I place it in the middle of the floor. Which I am not intending to do.

Oh, The Godfather is on TV. I´m skipping it once again. I am just going to Google a lot of people and find some transport information. The latter will be a pain in the ass, I am sure of it. And I really should be studying hard, but I there is something that prevents me from picking up the book and reading. It is not the subject, and it is not even the thing I spend most of my time with. Maybe this just hasn´t been my week. I feel like crawling into bed and spending the rest of the weekend there, entertaining myself with a bad movie or horrible Youtube videos. I know, I could do that, but then I´d be called lazy.

Actually, this hasn´t been my week. I don´t have a proper lighting in my room because one of the lamps of my spot is out, I have a headache, I get nothing done and to top this all, the weather is once again awful. I am not going to post until next week. It has to be better than this one. Take care until that.

IWFT