late night, come home. school sucks, i know.
So, today was okay... and then I woke up. Nah, just kidding, I had an okay morning. I read ellot's latest fic and, well, I forgot to brush my teeth and almost missed my bus, but those aren't really major sources of stress, so it was all fine. I bought some gum before catching the 2nd bus and I found out that R-Kioski still sells my favourite gum, so yay. Then I listened to Bye Bye Bye at the bus stop, probably did some insanely terrible 90's dance moves without even realising it, and then cracked up because I love *NSYNC way too much. Then my mp3 player randomly played Eminem's Underground, and there's this bit where the lyrics go: Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th, that means it's just a regular day, and I snorted really fucking loudly and had to stick a mitten in my mouth to prevent a huge laughing fit. Oh, Eminem.
That was alll very alright. But then...
We got our English Phonetics mid-term exam results -- ooh, sounds so official -- and, okay, I'd never failed an exam before in my entire life, but there's a first time for everything. The image of a big fat F next to my name is forever stuck in my head now. I already went slightly crazy about this at na_shao, so let's just say that this sucks more than I can even express. Especially when Heikki and Katri both got 4's -- 5 is the highest -- and were all "I didn't even study that hard, I thought the exam would be more difficult, I guess I have a really good memory, I think it could've gone better but I didn't really study for it, so..." about it. And I probably looked like I was going to cry, because Heikki told me not to be so angsty, and I looked at him like "You don't know how this feeeels". I just feel really, really awful now. And now I have to retake the exam, and it's on the same day as my Basic Phonetics exam -- and it's basically the same fucking course, except that Basic Phonetics is in Finnish -- so now I have two Phonetics exams on Tuesday. Fucking awesome. Perkele, saatana, perkele.
Then I went to buy raspberry juice from the university bookstore -- that's right, raspberry juice, shut up -- and sat in the corner of the hall like the ball of angst that I am. And I turned on my mp3 player, and guess what were the titles of the first three songs the damn thing threw at me?
99% Of Us Is Failure (geez, thank you)
Tears And Rain (wow, seriously)
and
Cry Me A River (...are you kidding me)
Dear mp3 player, I've been carrying you around for five years. You have frozen several times during each winter, even when I had you in my warmest pocket and sometimes even in summer. Have I complained? No. I have fixed you by poking you with a paperclip every time. You have tried to commit suicide by falling out of my bag, sometimes even when I'm crossing the road and the light is about to turn red. Have I abandoned you and bought a less suicidal one? No, I haven't. I have picked you up and taped you back together, leaving a little hole in the tape just so I can poke you with paperclips when you freeze during winter (again). So, I would be very grateful if, after all this, you didn't kick me when I'm already down. Sincerely, me.
Aaanyway. On a more cheerful note: I finally got over my social anxiety and went to get my student overalls. Because yeah, we don't get hoodies or cool stuff like that -- we get overalls. Dark blue overalls. The back looks like this:
The overalls are supposed to be decorated with badges and things you get from parties and other social events. So far, I have one. From the library. And I didn't even get it myself; I got it from my aunt Liisa who works there. This is so hardcore, you guys. I'll probably end up buying all my badges from the university bookstore. Which is slightly sad, but whatever.
Anyway, after angsting like a boss about my exam results, I went to the bathroom. And this is not going to be a detailed description of me peeing or anything, no, this will be an Epic Tale Of Toilet Writings. It's a thing at the University of Turku, especially on the first floor of the main building: the bathroom walls are covered with text. It's become a tradition, and I think it's really lovely. If I end up dropping out of uni at some point, that's the thing I'll miss the most (and some of my professors, but mostly the Toilet Writings). So, yeah, I have written things on the walls, too. Mostly just bits of song lyrics and quotes and stuff, but, earlier this week, I thought I'd try to find some Finnish TSN fans. So I wrote THE SOCIAL NETWORK IS ONE FUCKING FANTASTIC FILM!! on the door of one of the stalls. I went to check the door today, and this had happened:
I worry about the intelligence of my fellow students (I just failed Phonetics and now I'm judging others? I am a pot, they are kettles). I was secretly hoping that someone would reply with "I didn't know that, tell me more" and then we could've covered the door with TSN quotes and be friends forever, but I guess that only happens in fandom fairytales. Not losing all hope just yet, though. I'll check again later.
Other Things From The Toilets.
This is a really cute wall in the first stall on the right (just in case you ever visit and end up in the bathrooms, ahah):
And this is, umm...
...interesting? I hope it wasn't written by a humanities major. (it probably was though, we are always in the bathrooms smoking weed.)
Ah, then there's this. See, I wrote the "If you try dying, you'll die trying" bit when I was taking the entrance exam back in June. I just had to leave something behind, in case I didn't get in. And I recently got a fascinating reply:
Oh my god, why. But it did make me giggle.
And, earlier this week, I toilet-wrote some lyrics of one of my favourite songs ever, and, well:
Really, fellow student? REALLY? That is all you can come up with? Oh, the shame, the shame.
And last but not least! I found a pen in the TSN stall -- meaning the one where I wrote the TSN thing, I call it the TSN stall now -- and I thought it'd be fun to have an official toilet-writing pen, so I put it on top of the... uh... thing where you can hang your coat or whatever? I forgot what it's called *sigh* Anyways, I put it there, and people loved it, but it was stolen :((( It used to look like this:
The first two things were written by me, but the XD smiley and the "Rakastan" (= I love) and "Ihanaa" ( = lovely) were by some random people. The pen was gone today, but I think I might buy a new one from the bookstore and chain it to the coat-hanging-thing so it can't be stolen (like they do with pens in banks and other places like that). This is what I do for fun, yes.
So yeah, school stuff. I guess I'll go to bed now and cry myself to sleep.
That was alll very alright. But then...
We got our English Phonetics mid-term exam results -- ooh, sounds so official -- and, okay, I'd never failed an exam before in my entire life, but there's a first time for everything. The image of a big fat F next to my name is forever stuck in my head now. I already went slightly crazy about this at na_shao, so let's just say that this sucks more than I can even express. Especially when Heikki and Katri both got 4's -- 5 is the highest -- and were all "I didn't even study that hard, I thought the exam would be more difficult, I guess I have a really good memory, I think it could've gone better but I didn't really study for it, so..." about it. And I probably looked like I was going to cry, because Heikki told me not to be so angsty, and I looked at him like "You don't know how this feeeels". I just feel really, really awful now. And now I have to retake the exam, and it's on the same day as my Basic Phonetics exam -- and it's basically the same fucking course, except that Basic Phonetics is in Finnish -- so now I have two Phonetics exams on Tuesday. Fucking awesome. Perkele, saatana, perkele.
Then I went to buy raspberry juice from the university bookstore -- that's right, raspberry juice, shut up -- and sat in the corner of the hall like the ball of angst that I am. And I turned on my mp3 player, and guess what were the titles of the first three songs the damn thing threw at me?
99% Of Us Is Failure (geez, thank you)
Tears And Rain (wow, seriously)
and
Cry Me A River (...are you kidding me)
Dear mp3 player, I've been carrying you around for five years. You have frozen several times during each winter, even when I had you in my warmest pocket and sometimes even in summer. Have I complained? No. I have fixed you by poking you with a paperclip every time. You have tried to commit suicide by falling out of my bag, sometimes even when I'm crossing the road and the light is about to turn red. Have I abandoned you and bought a less suicidal one? No, I haven't. I have picked you up and taped you back together, leaving a little hole in the tape just so I can poke you with paperclips when you freeze during winter (again). So, I would be very grateful if, after all this, you didn't kick me when I'm already down. Sincerely, me.
Aaanyway. On a more cheerful note: I finally got over my social anxiety and went to get my student overalls. Because yeah, we don't get hoodies or cool stuff like that -- we get overalls. Dark blue overalls. The back looks like this:
The overalls are supposed to be decorated with badges and things you get from parties and other social events. So far, I have one. From the library. And I didn't even get it myself; I got it from my aunt Liisa who works there. This is so hardcore, you guys. I'll probably end up buying all my badges from the university bookstore. Which is slightly sad, but whatever.
Anyway, after angsting like a boss about my exam results, I went to the bathroom. And this is not going to be a detailed description of me peeing or anything, no, this will be an Epic Tale Of Toilet Writings. It's a thing at the University of Turku, especially on the first floor of the main building: the bathroom walls are covered with text. It's become a tradition, and I think it's really lovely. If I end up dropping out of uni at some point, that's the thing I'll miss the most (and some of my professors, but mostly the Toilet Writings). So, yeah, I have written things on the walls, too. Mostly just bits of song lyrics and quotes and stuff, but, earlier this week, I thought I'd try to find some Finnish TSN fans. So I wrote THE SOCIAL NETWORK IS ONE FUCKING FANTASTIC FILM!! on the door of one of the stalls. I went to check the door today, and this had happened:
I worry about the intelligence of my fellow students (I just failed Phonetics and now I'm judging others? I am a pot, they are kettles). I was secretly hoping that someone would reply with "I didn't know that, tell me more" and then we could've covered the door with TSN quotes and be friends forever, but I guess that only happens in fandom fairytales. Not losing all hope just yet, though. I'll check again later.
Other Things From The Toilets.
This is a really cute wall in the first stall on the right (just in case you ever visit and end up in the bathrooms, ahah):
And this is, umm...
...interesting? I hope it wasn't written by a humanities major. (it probably was though, we are always in the bathrooms smoking weed.)
Ah, then there's this. See, I wrote the "If you try dying, you'll die trying" bit when I was taking the entrance exam back in June. I just had to leave something behind, in case I didn't get in. And I recently got a fascinating reply:
Oh my god, why. But it did make me giggle.
And, earlier this week, I toilet-wrote some lyrics of one of my favourite songs ever, and, well:
Really, fellow student? REALLY? That is all you can come up with? Oh, the shame, the shame.
And last but not least! I found a pen in the TSN stall -- meaning the one where I wrote the TSN thing, I call it the TSN stall now -- and I thought it'd be fun to have an official toilet-writing pen, so I put it on top of the... uh... thing where you can hang your coat or whatever? I forgot what it's called *sigh* Anyways, I put it there, and people loved it, but it was stolen :((( It used to look like this:
The first two things were written by me, but the XD smiley and the "Rakastan" (= I love) and "Ihanaa" ( = lovely) were by some random people. The pen was gone today, but I think I might buy a new one from the bookstore and chain it to the coat-hanging-thing so it can't be stolen (like they do with pens in banks and other places like that). This is what I do for fun, yes.
So yeah, school stuff. I guess I'll go to bed now and cry myself to sleep.