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This is just a figure of speech. My mother does not read my blog.
Tradera
I registered at Swedish e-bay to get a Christmas gift for Stangel, and got addicted, of course. Since I'm in a "oh, clothes"-period of my life right now, I buy mostly socks and pantyhose and an occasional fugly top. Have also done some, quite successful, second-hand shopping. I'll post pictures when I'm enthusiastic enough.
Dance
Dance band had a gig yesterday, and since my Greek class is over, I could go and participate. I didn't mess up much, even though I've barely danced since summer and thought I'd forgotten all the routines. The gig went really good, the company was great, the future plans rock, and I'm so happy to be back!
Bugs
We have bugs at our kitchen, the kind that flies. They seem to be fond of flour. Stangel kills them bravely, I look away and hate how my disliking of cockroaches has spread on other household bugs. Spiders still cute, though.
Tech Noir
Had a Saturday night off, went out to dance with Jonne and HJ. We went to Tech Noir, an... eh... EBM-goth-induastial-stuff club. Tech Noir is now officially on the list of things that were better in High School (topped by American History X). Lyrics made of ein-zwei-drei-vier just don't make me happy anymore.
Russian animated propaganda
Remind me to write about it sometime.
Condensed coffee
My was in Russia. Brought us condensed milk and condensed milk with coffee. Joy.
Recruiting
Since I decided to go for it, we've been joking about how they invent all kind of obstacles to make sure that only the most dedicated people enter the Psychology Program. Got a letter the other day, telling me that I'm welcome and all. Also telling that since it's a demanding (and popular) program, they want us to come to a briefing 17/01, where we will enjoy a lecture on what the whole deal really is about. And then there will be one-on-one conversations with the teachers, so that we can make sure that we really know what we are going for and that our expectations are realistic and that we get a chance to think again and maybe say no. Just in case.
I'm kinda wondering what's next. Maybe the first year of the five-year-plan will be spent polishing door handles and copying Encyclopaedia Britannica by hand, so that we show that we really are dedicated. Then we'll have to raise a puppy and kill it.
Recs
Awfully cute and Tanja-compatible Soviet illustrations with fishies.
Russian Architecture Online. *friends archphoto*
This is just a figure of speech. My mother does not read my blog.
Tradera
I registered at Swedish e-bay to get a Christmas gift for Stangel, and got addicted, of course. Since I'm in a "oh, clothes"-period of my life right now, I buy mostly socks and pantyhose and an occasional fugly top. Have also done some, quite successful, second-hand shopping. I'll post pictures when I'm enthusiastic enough.
Dance
Dance band had a gig yesterday, and since my Greek class is over, I could go and participate. I didn't mess up much, even though I've barely danced since summer and thought I'd forgotten all the routines. The gig went really good, the company was great, the future plans rock, and I'm so happy to be back!
Bugs
We have bugs at our kitchen, the kind that flies. They seem to be fond of flour. Stangel kills them bravely, I look away and hate how my disliking of cockroaches has spread on other household bugs. Spiders still cute, though.
Tech Noir
Had a Saturday night off, went out to dance with Jonne and HJ. We went to Tech Noir, an... eh... EBM-goth-induastial-stuff club. Tech Noir is now officially on the list of things that were better in High School (topped by American History X). Lyrics made of ein-zwei-drei-vier just don't make me happy anymore.
Russian animated propaganda
Remind me to write about it sometime.
Condensed coffee
My was in Russia. Brought us condensed milk and condensed milk with coffee. Joy.
Recruiting
Since I decided to go for it, we've been joking about how they invent all kind of obstacles to make sure that only the most dedicated people enter the Psychology Program. Got a letter the other day, telling me that I'm welcome and all. Also telling that since it's a demanding (and popular) program, they want us to come to a briefing 17/01, where we will enjoy a lecture on what the whole deal really is about. And then there will be one-on-one conversations with the teachers, so that we can make sure that we really know what we are going for and that our expectations are realistic and that we get a chance to think again and maybe say no. Just in case.
I'm kinda wondering what's next. Maybe the first year of the five-year-plan will be spent polishing door handles and copying Encyclopaedia Britannica by hand, so that we show that we really are dedicated. Then we'll have to raise a puppy and kill it.
Recs
Awfully cute and Tanja-compatible Soviet illustrations with fishies.
Russian Architecture Online. *friends archphoto*