<3 SNOW! and Epic Fail.

Namely, physics. I'm hoping I'll get either 3 or less or then 6 - could be either. Boo.

I got my SAT scores a few hours ago. Good thing, too, because otherwise my mood would be even worse. Bio was great, and lit and chem went well too. Goody. Bio rules. Who really cares about higher quantum physics, anyhow?

Now all I need to care about is finishing the damn essay for common app and send my Viksu entry. Oh, and my math, chem and bio exams next week. But really? Who cares? Those are easy sevens.

I saw the cutest ankle boots ever. And only 150e, too. I'll buy them next week when I get paid.

It's snowing! Finally! It was so pretty this morning.

Busy, Busy, Busy

Oh dear. I'm beginning to understand why people say that the IB2 year is hard. As in, really hard. Really, really hard. Only 100 gazillion deadlines, lab reports, math portfolios and lord knows what else. Chances are, I've forgotten quite a few things I should've done. Anyhow, the stress on lab reports and stuff is decreasing. I've got less things to do than six weeks ago - yay! Ok, not that I had too much free time now, either, but at least I have some free time. Goody. All I need to care about right now is my Viksu entry and the exam week. Ok, so the exam week isn't too nice now that I have a slight pressure on getting a 7.0 GPA. It's fully manageable. Kind of. If I get a 7 from physics, it's as good as done. But physics... not fun. Especially when it's the HL physics course on higher quantum and particle physics and digital technology. Yay. Then again, If I manage a 7, the few top-notch colleges should love me. Do I have any options? Nah.

Also, I'm kind of busy with other stuff. As in, cycling. My new training program is kind of hard. But if that means that I beat everyone else (apart from the pros) next year, it's worth it. Maybe. I might even start practising track. Or then not. Probably not. Track has always seemed kind of dumb.

But my dreadful fall full of too much stuff was made a lot better by a random newsletter. I had been really disappointed about my bad luck - one of my favorite bands, Von Hertzen Brothers, has a live tour going on, and the K-18 tour finishes - but of course - one day before my 18th birthday. Yes, one day. Sucky. Talk about bad timing. But when I read my email a few hours ago I noticed that as the last night of the tour had been sold out so quickly, they had decided to go for one extra night. The day after. As in, on my b-day. Ha. Oh yes, I definately know where I am on my birthday. What fun.

Right now I love my life. Apart from physics HL. But that doesn't count.

Also

I wish Barack Obama wins the Presidential Election next week.

Edit: Barack Obama won. What jolly fun.

Supernouveau - quantum physics and biochemistry for dummies

It all started on my physics lesson. My teacher, a non-native English speaker, asked us what is the plural form of "supernova". The right answer is "supernovas" or "supernovae". So, anyhow some genius shouted "supernouveau" as a joke. That saved my lesson. HL physics is interesting *cough*, especially as the last lesson of the day after a bunch of other interesting subjects like ToK and Maths. NOT.

I'm returning to my normal sleeping rhythm now, after turning the clock back and the slight disturbance of the ToK cruise - or, as we say to our teachers&parents, the Theory of Knowledge Seminar.

The cruise was great fun, though. Some highlights:

• My high school's debate team won the debate competition. Screw u, SYK team (and especially JK)
• Tax-free shopping - need I say more? I spent about 100e on makeup, alcoholic beverages and chocolate. I love my new Lancôme lip gloss. And Estonian cranberry vodka.
• Our cabin hadn't been properly cleaned. Seriously, I don't want to know what the dodgy-looking substance on my friend's bed was. Not to mention the full trash can or dirty shower curtains. So, we complained to the reception - and got free drink coupons! Complaining is definitely worth it <3
• I will never ever go on a cruise in a B-cabin. This was the first and last time ever. Hello-o, it didn't even have a blow dryer, for crying out loud. How sad is that? Or maybe it's just me.
• Karaoke. 
• A friend of mine (guy) got totally wasted. We were all like "Whoa". It wasn't something we would have expected from him. It was quite a job getting him back to the cabin. Seriously. It must have taken an hour. And I must say I've never seen anyone crawl that quickly. Maybe drinkind 0.5 bottles of red wine, a beer, 2 gins and about 5 drinks (sex on the beach etc.) actually improves athletic performance. Who'd have guessed?
• On the other hand, I wasn't drunk. I remember every single thing I did on Sunday night and Monday morning. And I didn't suffer from hangover. Then again, I didn't drink that much (a small bottle of champagne, cranberry vodka from Estonia and a Marianne drink). But at least I ate dinner.
• I had no clue I was this popular among guys. Seriously. I've never turned down this many guys in one night. *counts with fingers* Haha. But I must say two of them were especially pathetic. Namely, 
• 1. The guy who had his friend (a girl with rather long and pointed fingernails, which left a nasty cut on my hand) literally drag me to him. Boo. I shoved the girl away, after she explained that her friend wanted to speak to me "in private". Needless to say, I didn't bother. (He was clearly a coward and he wasn't even good-looking). I'm a bit picky, I guess.
• 2. Then the stalker guy. Whoa. I so wanted to kill him, but I'm pretty sure it would have been illegal, even though rather fair in the situation. Die, stalker, die. I hope you fell off the deck. Would serve you right for feeling my ass. Thanks to my "bodyguards" E, E, N, A, M, U and S for helping me out<3.
• I ended sleeping 4 hours. 2 hours between 4pm and 6 pm when I was bored and me and my roommates wanted to have more energy for the night (besides, the restaurants & tax free were closed anyhow), and 2 hours on the bus back to Helsinki.
• Was great fun<3

Random notices:

• My Extended Essay and World Lit analysis essay are done. No more jellyfish, A Handmaid's tale or Woman at point zero. Ever. Success!
  
• The TV program was a great success. Love me, Ivy League...
• My GPA is now 6.8 on the IB scale. Score.
  
• I'm taking the SAT II on saturday. Boo. No fun. Although the math 2, bio and chem seemed like a joke. 
  
• More dieting. For the next 4 days. And weeks. And months. (No, I didn't hear any coughing)
  
• My dad got invited to Stocka's super buyer night - discount on everything and free buffet. My parents didn't seem too keen on going there, so I'm going instead. Shop-a-holic at your service.
  
• Physics HL was cancelled today. Whoa, big news. About every second HL physics lesson is cancelled.

I'm tired. I better go sleep away the rest of my debt from the cruise.

Lab reports must look pretty

... said my biology teacher. So very true. And speaking of lab reports, I have a lot of pretty little labs to write. Namely, about 10. In the past few weeks. What fun. 

My extended essay on very dumb jellyfish is doing well - good thing, since the deadline is 2.5 weeks from now. And my WLA is showing some process too - 1.5 weeks before the final deadline. So much to do, so little time. 

I saw the most beautiful ankle boots ever. I might buy them. Or then not. They were a tad expensive on my scale (150e), but then again the quality is good. Not that I bought sucky clothes. Or shoes. Or make-up. Or anything.

As of some time ago, I noticed that I've read loads of russian books. Mainly thanks to the IB diploma program, but I've read some even voluntarily. I didn't think about it until very recently. But not going any further to these reasons of this sudden discovery. Anyhow, russian literature is v. nice.

Dear Few Very Selective Universities In The World's Top 50, thou shall want me and my extracurriculars v. much. Otherwise I'm killing myself under this workload all for nothing. Yup. Only an idiot decides to be responsible of this HUGE prime-time election program on channel 1. Especially on a way too tight schedule (read = 4 weeks). And all the other things an IB senior needs to do. Oh dear. I'm so dead. And I need to continue writing my way cool Extended Essay on jellyfish. 

Questionable Motivation, Epic fail & The Dreadful WDD

I tend to get ill on very inappropriate occasions. Like the week with my EE and bio lab report deadline, and the Finlandia MTB. Boo. And yes, I know it's not too clever to do sports when you have a respiratory inflammation, fever, and a too small dose of asthma medicine. But did I care? Oh noes. What would one not do for CAS hours (another sucky IB thing)? Seriously, I have never ever cycled that slow. Never. Or felt that bad after cycling only 35km. Ok, 35km of XC in a horrible weather, but still. Geh. Not that I even tried to cycle too fast, but still. 2h19min is really bad. Shame on me. Boo. And the Extended Essay and bio lab? My bio teacher likes me. So who cares about one first draft being bad? And it took 2 seconds to move the deadline by a week, even though I was 30 minutes late from my lesson, ill and absent during the revision exam and didn't find ane jellyfish. And guess what? I'm still getting a 7 (on a 1-7 scale) as my bio predicted grade. Ha! And a 7 from chemistry as well. What fun.
I decided to start to study Russian. Such an interesting language and culture. Also, such interesting and WAY HOT university students. So far, my vocabulary consists of "yes", "no" and "vodka, please", but I've always been a quick learner. Also, I have a feeling I'll be attending ALL of the NÄT meetings this fall. Yes, definately.
My pretty white dress got dirty. Boo. And I still have one more lesson of school. Not fun. And this is like the first time ever in years that I've spilled food on my clothes. Boo^10 gazillion.

Go me

Back to school. One more year of hell, also known as the IB Diploma program. What jolly fun. Goodbye life, welcome 10 billion gazillion lab reports, written tasks and lord knows what else.

Our bio trip was a success - or at least the grilling evening was. Seriously, those coaches were idiots. Haha. Too bad for them. Anyhow we had loads of fun. The mornings lectures weren't that fun, though. And then there was THE PANCAKE. Seriously, when there is nothing better to use, it is NOT a good idea to put foil around the oven pan so that the pancake doesn't stick. It took about 20 minutes to wash. But you just aren't capable of logical thinking at 2.30 am after consuming some alcohol. Duhh. But still. Besides, we didn't have anything to eat with the pancake in first place. Talk about clever.

Also, I came third in the mtb nationals. Not bad, considering the asthma attack I got in the start and having had the medicines for only a few weeks. It is more than obvious that a certain university must want me to its cycling team. AND I'll get a road bike (yay). Good thing, since the bike I got from my cycling club was cruelly and with unfair reasons taken away from me. Hello-o, which one of us needs a road bike more? Me, in women elite next year or the little kid who joined the club a year ago and already had a road bike, for crying out loud. Geh. Screw little kids who take my stuff away from me. Mine. MINE! Although I'll get a lot better bike. Actually the club's bike pretty much sucked. It weighed more than my MTB bike (11 kg, my mtb bike is less than 10). Ha. Still. Nice cycling club and so on. Boo.

I feel like comforting myself because of the bike (yeah right), so I'll go shopping. More like, I'll need comforting tomorrow because my bank account will be empty.