The end of school, alcohol, and my apparent ignorance as to what is going on in my own life
Well! I appear to not have written anything in aaaaages. So! Time to keep y'all updated with my life! (What life I have, that is <3)
The slacker semester. The semester has progressed fairly normally. I haven't had too much to do, since, well ... several reasons.
#1 - I have only slacker classes this semester. By slacker classes I mean that over half of them are physics/math and no more history or religion. <3 The rest are Spanish, Swedish and Civics. Civics COULD have been difficult, but we got a good teacher (by "good" I mean I'll probably actually remember most of what she taught me and it was relatively easy to get MVG =P).
#2 - My teachers all appear to think that, for all the student parties and other things occupying our minds these last couple months, none of us will get enough sleep and we'll all be raging alcoholics. So they've gone easy on us. I've gone to one student party -- my own, Monday May 4th! -- and consequently have not been either out all night nor hungover, so ... less work has only meant less work for me. =P
#3 - I could seriously fail all my remaining classes and still be accepted to the university, since I've had almost a perfect track record up until now. I'm figuring that they saw I was doing good and decided to give an offer, and then since I'm not done yet they gave me the standard conditions ("conditional offer"), which were, incidentally, the minimum requirements, i.e. 15/20 pts (I'm currently at 19.7/20 ... we'll see what it is in a few weeks when I get the rest of my grades. o.O;). So ... this didn't really put a whole lot of pressure on me, meaning I was less worried, meaning the work was easier to do.
The laser project - done! I HAVE had some work to do, now towards the end of the semester. On the very day of the student party, the laser project was due, so I spent the entire weekend working on that, drawing blueprints and finding pictures and videos and stuff. The report is now 18 pages I think(single spaced), though that does include a few pictures. Anyone wants to see it (or just the pictures =P) is welcome to ask me for it. <3
The student party. After we sent in the project report - I think we were one of the few groups who turned it in on time. I think we were almost always late for all the other deadlines though so I guess it evens out. ^^; - there was, like I said, the student party. Now, large parties with lots of people and loud music and too much alcohol consumption isn't quite my thing, but I guess I had fun anyway. Alex and I had invited the RPG group (David, Lasse and Seperh from NVCO05, the year above us, and Mathias and Tim from some other class in my school) and we hung out with them. The guys all bought appletinis - that was fun, it was light milky green and they came in funny glasses and since they ordered five at once the bartender had problems finding enough glasses at once. =P
Appletini? We then went back upstairs. The place had an upstairs, where loud music was played and people were supposed to hang out, and a downstairs where SUPER LOUD music was played and people were supposed to dance. David, who did not usually drink before the other guys corrupted him (Seperh: BEEEEER!!!!) complained there was too much tini in the appletini, and I apparently ended up finishing it for him, who ... never drink at all really. Before that, I had tried some chapmagne at New Years Eve and found it was completely UNDRINKABLE until you mixed it with enough pommac (fake children's champagne) so that the alcohol was diluted. =P I had to agree with him that there was too much tini. The guys apparently thought it was funny how I, the non-drinker, finished his drink for him. =P They had me do bottoms up with the last bit. I was glad to amuse them, and in retrospect (after having been forced to taste all kinds of alcoholic drinks since, mostly on the school trip but also some at home by my parents), the appletini wasn't so bad.
Going outside with the smokers ... not to smoke, but to speak. We did dance some, and then we went outside so that we could speak. In the hanging-out area upstairs it was so loud you had to shout if you wanted to be heard, which bothered me. Firstly, my throat was sore from allergies so I didn't want to shout, and secondly, it was the hanging-out area. Did the music really HAVE to be that loud? But yeah. We were outside and I forget what we were talking about (fun stuff, I'm sure, and, since the boys had had some to drink, also I recall it being full of innuendo. I'm perverted at heart so I don't mind. I think that stuff is funny. =P). At one point I claimed that I had been a decent waltzer once upon a time, and Mathias thought it was funny how David said "I can waltz!".
Tequila?!?! Oh no, my alcohol consumption habits are escalating! After a while Mathias apparently thought it would be funny to make the non-drinkers (me and Alex) drink tequila. Those guys have some thing for making non-drinkers drink. Lasse revealed to me that it was his duty to keep David drunk all the time. =P Anyway, I had already drunk the appletini and figured, what the hell, I could as well drink the tequila too, maybe. It was to be a kind of ... drinking match? You were supposed to drink with/against another person, anyway. I had planned in my mind of course to drink against David, but he went home and I ended up drinking with Mathias, who bought me the drink.
The tequila was a clear liquid that came in a small little glass. I couldn't hear what was going on (since the bar was downstairs in the super noise) but it looked to me like the bartender was hesitant to give us the tequila. I dunno why that would be. Maybe he just had difficulty hearing what Mathias said. =P Anyway, like I said: the bartender put two small glasses with a clear liquid which looked like water in front of us. On top of them he lay two slices of lemon and beside he put a salt shaker. "Put out your hand," said Mathias, and put salt on it. He explained to me that what you did was you licked the salt, drank the tequila, and put the lemon in your mouth. Good thing I hadn't done what I had initially thought to do, which was to put the lemon IN the tequila ... =P Since my parents do that with Mexican beer, you know? The lime goes into the bottle of corona. Anyway, I licked the salt, I downed the tequila and I quickly stuck the lemon in my mouth when I felt the alcohol burn my tongue. I then made weird faces and noises and sort of bent and straightened my legs and shook my hands. Burned my tongue! I understood now what the salt and lemon slice was for-to hide the alcohol taste! The guys thought it was funny. It was. =P
After this we danced some more, and I could feel myself becoming less inhibited because of the liquor. However, I also realized I probably sounded pretty stupid - I just didn't care so much anymore. I was fascinated. Was I supposed to notice that I sounded dumb? Me and the guys entertained ourselves with checking if I could walk straight. I maintained that I was wobbling - it felt like it - but Mathias said I was walking straight.
On staying out late and proposals. Eventually the party broke up, and we all went home, and Alex's dad came and picked me and Alex up. At this point it was about 2 in the morning I think. Brian's mother would have been aghast (she was surprised when she heard how late I was out role playing with the guys, too... =P). My own parents apparently takes it all with a grain of salt. It makes me suspicious of what THEY did in their youth. Mmm. I hear more and more interesting stories from my mother lately; things I wouldn't have thought of them. Once Brian has proposed I'll make her tell me that story too. She refused to when I asked because she didn't want to influence me or something. =P The funny thing is Brian has known since forever how HIS dad proposed to his mother. They had been living together for a while a think, and his dad Mark was on the phone with his mother (Mark's mother, not Brian's mother), and he said to her, "I'm going to marry Rosie [Brian's mother]." Apparently Mark's mother then said something like, oh, you've proposed? or something, and Mark was all like "...oh! Right! Maybe I should do that! One second." And then, while he was still on the phone with his mother, he called to the other room where Rosemarie was and asked her "Will you marry me?", and she was all like "uh ... I guess so?". Yeah. Very romantic and all. Or not. =P Thankfully Brian appears to be more romantic than his father and has said it won't be like that. Of course, for us, it'll just be a formality anyway. He wouldn't need to check with me to be able to tell his mother that we'll be getting married someday. Pretty much that was our plan since the beginning. You don't get into-much less stay in-a long-distance relationship if you're not serious about it. So for us getting engaged is going to be a ceremony, sort of like the wedding except not as big of a deal and only for us.
Astrophysics project - gravitation. Anyway. After the party we had the Astrophysics project due on Wednesday May 6th (two days after the party). I had, well ... not done anywhere NEAR as much as I should have, and apparently neither had a lot of my classmates, so Behzad gave us an extension until Friday. We all heaved a collective sigh of relief. =P On the night Thursday-Friday I made myself coffee (which was four-fifths hot chocolate and only one-fifth coffee...) for the first time and stayed up all night working on the impossible Astrophysics project. I had chosen to write about gravitation, of all things, because I guess it has always fascinated me. I should have realized this would take me deep into the regions of evil- I mean, general relativity. And, while general relativity is ENDLESSLY fascinating ... there just isn't that much I can say about it with my current level of mathematical understanding. I know some very limited linear algebra and no tensor calculus, and both are far too difficult for me to learn overnight for a school project. Hopefully it turned out okay, anyway; and if it didn't, like I said before, I don't actually need the grade for anything. I just don't want Behzad to be disappointed. =P
Hanging out with David and Alex and 42 sleepless hours! After I had stayed up all night Thursday-Friday to finish the gravitation paper, of course it turns out I had planned with Alex and David to play Ninja Burger (card game kind of thing). We decided to meet at David's house at 3:30 PM, and I figure, this'll be over by 7 PM or so, so it's no big deal, I can sleep later ... but we end up staying there until like 1 AM. =P We played Ninja Burger, then some puzzle game, we ate dinner, we hung out in his room talking about crap, and before we all knew it it was super late. I think me and Alex managed to catch the last train home from Skogås. =P When I finally got to sleep at 4:30 AM (I stayed up a while talking to Brian) I had been awake for over 42 hours. I wanted to stay up 6 more so I could say I had been up for 48 hours (2 days!) straight, but ... I had stuff I ought to do during the weekend so I figured staying up until 10 AM wasn't such a good idea.
Coffee? And alcohol? In the same week? I'm falling prey to all kinds of substances now! Soon I'll be doing the heavy drugs! Oh, I should have listened when they told me chocolate was a gateway drug! During my stay at David's I had him (/his little brother) make me coffee, which I then mixed with hot chocolate. I think I had to run to the bathroom about once per cup. I guess they weren't lying when they said coffee is a diuretic. =P It was the other time when we were at the laser lab at Dad's job trying to finish up the laser when, at the coffee break, Dad could not find any hot chocolate for us and so he gave us "choco cappuccino". This caused me to realize that while milk can not do anything but dilute the coffee taste, the choclate can work to MASK it, making the coffee drinkable after all. And so, my friends, begins my journey to being a true coffeeholic like my parents. Mm. I'm saving it for when I need it right now though. =P
Class trip. In further news I am altogether too tired to write more crap right now, and will sum it up fast. I went on a class trip to Tallinn with my classmates, which was lots of fun. They made me taste their different alcoholic drinks (as did my own very parents a couple of days later T_T) and they all taste like, well, alcohol, which tastes baaaaaddddd. I think I really will stick to soda, after all. Honorable mentions to Jelena and Sonia, who kept me company during the trip and whom I got to know a little better.
Grades. I got my grades Thursday (yesterday). Well, they were set, anyway. I did get all MVGs this semester, though a couple of them were somewhat narrowly (notably Swedish and Spanish). This leaves me with a single VG in Swedish A, due to not my inability but rather because I was careless once. Oh well. I guess it doesn't really matter. ^^
Job hunt. I have been looking for a job this summer, but completely failed to find anything. It would have been good if I had one, to make ends meet this fall when I will be trying to support two people on one person's student aid (and possibly help out towards Brian's tuition, too), but ... it doesn't look like I will be getting one. I'll try, though! Ganbatte ne, me!
The end. And, in about one week from now, I will go on the plane to yonder Americas, where I shall visit Brian and his parents, and also Lena, for a few days in there. It will be lots of fun!
And, on that note ... OMG, I'M GRADUATING IN LESS THAN A WEEK!? o.O;;;; I'm going to be leaving this school never to come back (except on token visits to my old teachers)?! And this country, too?!?!?! WAHHHHH!
*ahem* While it may not be quite that big of a deal, I did calculate that I have less than eight weeks left in this house before I leave for Scotland this fall. That is a scary thought in itself. I STILL am not believing that I'm even leaving for the US, much less for Scotland soon. I'm going to be soooo surprised when I finally realize what's going on. =P
The slacker semester. The semester has progressed fairly normally. I haven't had too much to do, since, well ... several reasons.
#1 - I have only slacker classes this semester. By slacker classes I mean that over half of them are physics/math and no more history or religion. <3 The rest are Spanish, Swedish and Civics. Civics COULD have been difficult, but we got a good teacher (by "good" I mean I'll probably actually remember most of what she taught me and it was relatively easy to get MVG =P).
#2 - My teachers all appear to think that, for all the student parties and other things occupying our minds these last couple months, none of us will get enough sleep and we'll all be raging alcoholics. So they've gone easy on us. I've gone to one student party -- my own, Monday May 4th! -- and consequently have not been either out all night nor hungover, so ... less work has only meant less work for me. =P
#3 - I could seriously fail all my remaining classes and still be accepted to the university, since I've had almost a perfect track record up until now. I'm figuring that they saw I was doing good and decided to give an offer, and then since I'm not done yet they gave me the standard conditions ("conditional offer"), which were, incidentally, the minimum requirements, i.e. 15/20 pts (I'm currently at 19.7/20 ... we'll see what it is in a few weeks when I get the rest of my grades. o.O;). So ... this didn't really put a whole lot of pressure on me, meaning I was less worried, meaning the work was easier to do.
The laser project - done! I HAVE had some work to do, now towards the end of the semester. On the very day of the student party, the laser project was due, so I spent the entire weekend working on that, drawing blueprints and finding pictures and videos and stuff. The report is now 18 pages I think(single spaced), though that does include a few pictures. Anyone wants to see it (or just the pictures =P) is welcome to ask me for it. <3
The student party. After we sent in the project report - I think we were one of the few groups who turned it in on time. I think we were almost always late for all the other deadlines though so I guess it evens out. ^^; - there was, like I said, the student party. Now, large parties with lots of people and loud music and too much alcohol consumption isn't quite my thing, but I guess I had fun anyway. Alex and I had invited the RPG group (David, Lasse and Seperh from NVCO05, the year above us, and Mathias and Tim from some other class in my school) and we hung out with them. The guys all bought appletinis - that was fun, it was light milky green and they came in funny glasses and since they ordered five at once the bartender had problems finding enough glasses at once. =P
Appletini? We then went back upstairs. The place had an upstairs, where loud music was played and people were supposed to hang out, and a downstairs where SUPER LOUD music was played and people were supposed to dance. David, who did not usually drink before the other guys corrupted him (Seperh: BEEEEER!!!!) complained there was too much tini in the appletini, and I apparently ended up finishing it for him, who ... never drink at all really. Before that, I had tried some chapmagne at New Years Eve and found it was completely UNDRINKABLE until you mixed it with enough pommac (fake children's champagne) so that the alcohol was diluted. =P I had to agree with him that there was too much tini. The guys apparently thought it was funny how I, the non-drinker, finished his drink for him. =P They had me do bottoms up with the last bit. I was glad to amuse them, and in retrospect (after having been forced to taste all kinds of alcoholic drinks since, mostly on the school trip but also some at home by my parents), the appletini wasn't so bad.
Going outside with the smokers ... not to smoke, but to speak. We did dance some, and then we went outside so that we could speak. In the hanging-out area upstairs it was so loud you had to shout if you wanted to be heard, which bothered me. Firstly, my throat was sore from allergies so I didn't want to shout, and secondly, it was the hanging-out area. Did the music really HAVE to be that loud? But yeah. We were outside and I forget what we were talking about (fun stuff, I'm sure, and, since the boys had had some to drink, also I recall it being full of innuendo. I'm perverted at heart so I don't mind. I think that stuff is funny. =P). At one point I claimed that I had been a decent waltzer once upon a time, and Mathias thought it was funny how David said "I can waltz!".
Tequila?!?! Oh no, my alcohol consumption habits are escalating! After a while Mathias apparently thought it would be funny to make the non-drinkers (me and Alex) drink tequila. Those guys have some thing for making non-drinkers drink. Lasse revealed to me that it was his duty to keep David drunk all the time. =P Anyway, I had already drunk the appletini and figured, what the hell, I could as well drink the tequila too, maybe. It was to be a kind of ... drinking match? You were supposed to drink with/against another person, anyway. I had planned in my mind of course to drink against David, but he went home and I ended up drinking with Mathias, who bought me the drink.
The tequila was a clear liquid that came in a small little glass. I couldn't hear what was going on (since the bar was downstairs in the super noise) but it looked to me like the bartender was hesitant to give us the tequila. I dunno why that would be. Maybe he just had difficulty hearing what Mathias said. =P Anyway, like I said: the bartender put two small glasses with a clear liquid which looked like water in front of us. On top of them he lay two slices of lemon and beside he put a salt shaker. "Put out your hand," said Mathias, and put salt on it. He explained to me that what you did was you licked the salt, drank the tequila, and put the lemon in your mouth. Good thing I hadn't done what I had initially thought to do, which was to put the lemon IN the tequila ... =P Since my parents do that with Mexican beer, you know? The lime goes into the bottle of corona. Anyway, I licked the salt, I downed the tequila and I quickly stuck the lemon in my mouth when I felt the alcohol burn my tongue. I then made weird faces and noises and sort of bent and straightened my legs and shook my hands. Burned my tongue! I understood now what the salt and lemon slice was for-to hide the alcohol taste! The guys thought it was funny. It was. =P
After this we danced some more, and I could feel myself becoming less inhibited because of the liquor. However, I also realized I probably sounded pretty stupid - I just didn't care so much anymore. I was fascinated. Was I supposed to notice that I sounded dumb? Me and the guys entertained ourselves with checking if I could walk straight. I maintained that I was wobbling - it felt like it - but Mathias said I was walking straight.
On staying out late and proposals. Eventually the party broke up, and we all went home, and Alex's dad came and picked me and Alex up. At this point it was about 2 in the morning I think. Brian's mother would have been aghast (she was surprised when she heard how late I was out role playing with the guys, too... =P). My own parents apparently takes it all with a grain of salt. It makes me suspicious of what THEY did in their youth. Mmm. I hear more and more interesting stories from my mother lately; things I wouldn't have thought of them. Once Brian has proposed I'll make her tell me that story too. She refused to when I asked because she didn't want to influence me or something. =P The funny thing is Brian has known since forever how HIS dad proposed to his mother. They had been living together for a while a think, and his dad Mark was on the phone with his mother (Mark's mother, not Brian's mother), and he said to her, "I'm going to marry Rosie [Brian's mother]." Apparently Mark's mother then said something like, oh, you've proposed? or something, and Mark was all like "...oh! Right! Maybe I should do that! One second." And then, while he was still on the phone with his mother, he called to the other room where Rosemarie was and asked her "Will you marry me?", and she was all like "uh ... I guess so?". Yeah. Very romantic and all. Or not. =P Thankfully Brian appears to be more romantic than his father and has said it won't be like that. Of course, for us, it'll just be a formality anyway. He wouldn't need to check with me to be able to tell his mother that we'll be getting married someday. Pretty much that was our plan since the beginning. You don't get into-much less stay in-a long-distance relationship if you're not serious about it. So for us getting engaged is going to be a ceremony, sort of like the wedding except not as big of a deal and only for us.
Astrophysics project - gravitation. Anyway. After the party we had the Astrophysics project due on Wednesday May 6th (two days after the party). I had, well ... not done anywhere NEAR as much as I should have, and apparently neither had a lot of my classmates, so Behzad gave us an extension until Friday. We all heaved a collective sigh of relief. =P On the night Thursday-Friday I made myself coffee (which was four-fifths hot chocolate and only one-fifth coffee...) for the first time and stayed up all night working on the impossible Astrophysics project. I had chosen to write about gravitation, of all things, because I guess it has always fascinated me. I should have realized this would take me deep into the regions of evil- I mean, general relativity. And, while general relativity is ENDLESSLY fascinating ... there just isn't that much I can say about it with my current level of mathematical understanding. I know some very limited linear algebra and no tensor calculus, and both are far too difficult for me to learn overnight for a school project. Hopefully it turned out okay, anyway; and if it didn't, like I said before, I don't actually need the grade for anything. I just don't want Behzad to be disappointed. =P
Hanging out with David and Alex and 42 sleepless hours! After I had stayed up all night Thursday-Friday to finish the gravitation paper, of course it turns out I had planned with Alex and David to play Ninja Burger (card game kind of thing). We decided to meet at David's house at 3:30 PM, and I figure, this'll be over by 7 PM or so, so it's no big deal, I can sleep later ... but we end up staying there until like 1 AM. =P We played Ninja Burger, then some puzzle game, we ate dinner, we hung out in his room talking about crap, and before we all knew it it was super late. I think me and Alex managed to catch the last train home from Skogås. =P When I finally got to sleep at 4:30 AM (I stayed up a while talking to Brian) I had been awake for over 42 hours. I wanted to stay up 6 more so I could say I had been up for 48 hours (2 days!) straight, but ... I had stuff I ought to do during the weekend so I figured staying up until 10 AM wasn't such a good idea.
Coffee? And alcohol? In the same week? I'm falling prey to all kinds of substances now! Soon I'll be doing the heavy drugs! Oh, I should have listened when they told me chocolate was a gateway drug! During my stay at David's I had him (/his little brother) make me coffee, which I then mixed with hot chocolate. I think I had to run to the bathroom about once per cup. I guess they weren't lying when they said coffee is a diuretic. =P It was the other time when we were at the laser lab at Dad's job trying to finish up the laser when, at the coffee break, Dad could not find any hot chocolate for us and so he gave us "choco cappuccino". This caused me to realize that while milk can not do anything but dilute the coffee taste, the choclate can work to MASK it, making the coffee drinkable after all. And so, my friends, begins my journey to being a true coffeeholic like my parents. Mm. I'm saving it for when I need it right now though. =P
Class trip. In further news I am altogether too tired to write more crap right now, and will sum it up fast. I went on a class trip to Tallinn with my classmates, which was lots of fun. They made me taste their different alcoholic drinks (as did my own very parents a couple of days later T_T) and they all taste like, well, alcohol, which tastes baaaaaddddd. I think I really will stick to soda, after all. Honorable mentions to Jelena and Sonia, who kept me company during the trip and whom I got to know a little better.
Grades. I got my grades Thursday (yesterday). Well, they were set, anyway. I did get all MVGs this semester, though a couple of them were somewhat narrowly (notably Swedish and Spanish). This leaves me with a single VG in Swedish A, due to not my inability but rather because I was careless once. Oh well. I guess it doesn't really matter. ^^
Job hunt. I have been looking for a job this summer, but completely failed to find anything. It would have been good if I had one, to make ends meet this fall when I will be trying to support two people on one person's student aid (and possibly help out towards Brian's tuition, too), but ... it doesn't look like I will be getting one. I'll try, though! Ganbatte ne, me!
The end. And, in about one week from now, I will go on the plane to yonder Americas, where I shall visit Brian and his parents, and also Lena, for a few days in there. It will be lots of fun!
And, on that note ... OMG, I'M GRADUATING IN LESS THAN A WEEK!? o.O;;;; I'm going to be leaving this school never to come back (except on token visits to my old teachers)?! And this country, too?!?!?! WAHHHHH!
*ahem* While it may not be quite that big of a deal, I did calculate that I have less than eight weeks left in this house before I leave for Scotland this fall. That is a scary thought in itself. I STILL am not believing that I'm even leaving for the US, much less for Scotland soon. I'm going to be soooo surprised when I finally realize what's going on. =P