How on earth...

...did I have the patience to write such a long post??? Freaky. Sometimes I amuse myself
Still one hour before the darn IB graduation ceremony. I'll ahve to kill more time. And the batteries of my mp3-player are empty. The library people might get suspicious if I spend any more time here. Maybe I'll go buy something to eat (I'm hungry) and then go back to school and read my Vogue.

Random: I want to buy Armani Code, but it costs loads. But I do need a new parfume. But then again Ferragamo's Incanto Shine is only 37e when Code is 50. Decisions, decisions.
I still haven't won a gazillion euros in a lottery, which is a shame. And I should be lucky too, because I found two 4-leaved clovers yesterday. Not that I really was superstitious or anything. They didn't bring me any good luck though, since our bio teacher had a spot test today - on the homework I didn't bother to read. But it was from last year's notes, which I didn't have. That's a sucky excuse, but still. No-one bothered to read it though, so it doesnt' really matter.

I better go back to school and buy some food on the way. That'll be more money spent, but right now I couldn't care less. I need to change my attitude towards saving money seriously. ha. Like that's going to happen anytime soon.

Of english homework, eating disorders, flu, lazy people and older guys

We got the best english hw ever: we have to find an ad (in an english magazine or tv) and write an analysis about it. Ok, the analysis part kind of sucks, but otherwise it's great. And it gave me a great excuse to buy the Vogue magazine. A shame the American Vogue of september wasn't at Stockmann yet, but the August version was ok. (The only september vogue they had was in german. If only it had been the french Vogue - I speak french pretty well - but no.) Then I spent a nice hour or so in the park and reading it. Then it started to feel kind of cold, so I went to the library.

I've got a flu again, which sucks, cause I just had gotten well from the previous one. Why me??? Now my throat hurts like hell and I have to drink loads of something warm. A bad thing, considering all the extra calories. Luckily most places make latte from fat-free milk when you ask them to. Otherwise I'd drink tea, but I hate it without sugar and sugar has too much calories. Maybe my dieting is doomed to fail. Hope not *knocks wood*

The xc championships of our cyclying club were cancelled again, because almost no-one appeared there. Lazy others. Ok, one of them was sick, but that still leaves loads of others. Lazybones

I was totally freaked out today when I went to Stockmann (to buy the Vogue). I was - and I still am, obviously - wearing a slightly short skirt (one I'd not normally wear maybe but we have to dress up nicely for the IB graduation we are forced to attend today. That means I couldn't wear jeans, and I couldn't wear one of my longer skirts because they aren't as neat or the they are too summer-y. So I had to take the skirt I took. Logical. And it'a not even that short, just slightly above my knees.)(oh ok, mid-thigh length. but that's not short). Then as I'm about to open the door and step inside this ugly guy in his alte 40s opens the door for me and says "there you go" really loud. That was freaky. I mean I'm totally used to guys opening doors for me, but he made such a show of it. Which almost brings me to the subject of opening doors. I totally hate opening doors to public places, so I tend to make other people do that for me. Usually some guy appears out of nowhere and does it for me. Success. And from one thing to a flower pot - I usually prefer older guys, but 40+ is way too old. Namely, older and interesting means between 18 and 20. not older, and certainly not younger than 17.

Oh and this flu totally sucks, because I can't practise cycling, which means that I won't get any more fit which leads to me having to eat even less in order to lose weight. Complicated. And the school nurse would hate me if she knew, but she doesn't. She has an uncommon way of thinking that the BMI limit for "normal" weight is 20-25. And everyone knows its 18.5-24. On that scale I'm normal weight. Oh fuck. I just remembered that I have the yearly health checkup next week. The nurse will hate me and call me anorexic or something. I was already called anorexic a few weeks ago at a cycling events, when I was offerent candy and I said no thanks -> they asked why not-> I said I didn't eat candy -> they thought I was paid for not doing it -> I said no, I'm dieting and eating candy won't make it any easier -> they were seemingly shocked of me dieting -> they said I have an eating disorder -> Me: nononono! ->they don't believe me, not surprisingly and accuse me of having bulimia. I say "NO, bulimia would be easy BUT it's really bad for your teeth and throat". They look at me as if I was weird or something, and say I make no sense. Maybe I don't.

Currently I suck at two things: dieting and saving money.
My dieting has loads of problems:
1.If I don't eat or I eat only a bit, my family will get suspicious. Luckily I can blame that on the fact that my stomach hurts after I eat anything. And I've tried loads of different medicines and seen loads of soctors, but nothing's helped. And the best thing is that it was my mom who blamed my stomach aches for me eating very little, not me, so I don't have to explain it in any way. Ha.
2. Whenever I go out with my friends, we will end up eating or drinking something. That is really bad. Lately I've dragged my friends for sushi or a salad or just coffee, so that's easier. I seriously don't know what I'd do if my friends were the type who eat only fast food. Yuck.
3. In order to be able to get better in cycling, I have to practise loads, and that uses uses energy. Then I'll have to eat even more or I'll get tired
4. I'd have to do the pilates/aerobic-thingy, but it takes an hour every day and I've got trouble to have enough time for that.

I need to save money for a bike, but I have urgent needs to buy other stuff:
a leather bag (80e or so)
a new foundation (thats another 45)
a blusher (30)
new shoes (those ankle boots I want are 109e)
clothes (I can spend a fortune on clothes, and, sadly, I'm addicted to brands)
I also have random stuff I totally need, like the new Vogue issue or latte (fat-free, of course), or a cute accessory I really need, or something. I was planning to buy a new belt (I love belts) and I saw the cutest leather belt in Accessorize, but i didn't have any money with me, so I couldn't buy it. Then when I went to the shop today they only had sizes m-xl left. Damn. such nasty people who buy the stuff I want.
Then I totally have to go see the Wong Kar-Wai movie Fallen Angels. I really can't save money. Shame. I wish I won a gazillion euros in a lottery I or something. Ha. I wish

Of nasty lab reports

So far, I've written one. And I hate them already. 1210 words, hours of drawing dumb graphs on excel and all about how different concentrations of fairy and sunlight affect the size of a water drop. What good did it do to me. Nothing. Except that fairy is apparently a more effective detergent, since it broke the surface tension of water better.

We were supposed to have the xc-championships of our cycling club yesterday. Apart from our coach and a few other adults, I was the only one to appear there. I was slightly annoyed.

I noticed that my mp3-player's earphones (KOSS sparkplug) have a lifetime warranty, which is great. Mine broke a month ago or so (and I had had them for only a few months), and I posted them back to the shop to get a replacement. HA! Serves them right for using sucky wires. Good thing too, cause I can't use un-shapeable earphones in the train or anywhere else without putting the volume really high, which uses a lot more batteries.

Even more tired

Why did I force myself to cycle those 65 km yesterday??? And in less than 3 hours too, which is like really fast for me. Especially when there were loads of nasty hills. Geh. Now my legs hurt like hell, even though I stretched a lot.
There was a marathon cycling competition going on at the same time, and the organizing people apparently thought I was participating, since they tried to guide me to their route. They ended up totally irritated when they found out I was just a random cyclist.

I still haven't gotten a call from the lost and found office, which probably means the bitch who took my totally cute and expensive new Benetton sweater means to keep it. I hate you!

I have to finish up a lab report for Wednesday, and I was pretty much doing other stuff during the lesson so now I don't know how to do the error analysis. Whoops. And I had decided to study well this year. I also decided to study swedish, but haven't done a lot of that either. Bad me.

Ha!

I stole the better mouse back.

Why?

My little brother stole the mouse from our ordinary computer I'm using and uses it with our laptop. Now I'm stuck with this sucky optical mouse which works only when it likes to. And that's not too often. Gah

Tired

I'm really, really tired. Must be because I slept really badly last night. Or then because of the 64 km I cycled today. Geez. I'm in a really sucky form if I get really tired after that, considering that I only went the last 31 km fast. And my "fast" is like 31km/h because it took me an hour. But there was a horrible wind which slowed me down. At least a bit

Actually I'm so tired I can't bother to write more. I make typos on about every second letter. I better go catch some sleep

*Yawn*

(still not sleeping)

My parents will probably buy me a road bike when they'll notice that the tyres on my XC-bike are all worn down because I have to use that instead of a road bike. Maybe. Ha! I wish.

Now I'm really, really tired. Enough blogging for now, I guess

Of Shoes and Stuff

I'll take that previous one back. My parents are nice. They paid my new shoes (Lacoste, 100e). And it's weekend, so I can do whatever I wish. Ok, not exactly whatever, since I'm here typing stuff to my blog. Such a shame, really.
I should be practising XC for the club's championships on tuesday, but I totally deserve a break. I got all muddy yesterday and the day before and the day before. But my parents couldn't buy me a road bike, no. Or then I should study Swedish, but I can't bother.

I was planning to go to the night of the arts, but it might rain (ok, it's sunny but the unreliable weather forecast people did mention the risk of rain). They would show Casablanca on a big outside screen and I'd get to meet my friends... Then again I wouldn't have drinks and I should save money for more importand stuff, such as the Lancôme foundation and a leather bag (they don't come cheap), the cute skirt and heels at Benetton and Zio, and a new bike. Sigh. I'm really sucky at saving money. Too bad.

Others tend to be nasty

Really, they do. Like my parents, who didn't buy me a bike that cost 1600e, or the bitch who stole my totally cute new expensive Benetton sweater. (Note to bitch: You better give it to the lost and found, or I'll find you with my inexistent telepathic powers and feed you to the vicious and dangerous poodle I look after every once in a while).

I also REALLY hate the IBO, the nasty and cold organization behind all the dumb things I have to do. CAS was supposed to be a totoal joke, but then I found out that I have to have an adult supervisor who fills in evaluation forms and signs them and whois not a) my relative and b) my friend. Now how is that possible??? I happen to be in friendly terms with every adult leader in uor scouts group, and I highly doubt that I'll get anybody from my cycling club to do it either.

Why me???

And I hate that I have to study Swedish mor the matriculation exam in a month's time *panics*. Why did I ever sign up for that anyway???

I also hate the weather. And the weather forecast company, which is totally unreliable. About once in a week I either don't have my darling sunglasses with me and it's sunny even though they said it would rain, or that they said it would be sunny and then it rains and I end up totally soaked. Shame, shame. And they didn't anything about that horrible thunderstorm yesterday. The storm broke down the already sucky train systems, and my trip back home took 90 minutes intesad of 20. And it disturbed our bio experiment where we had to count the drops of solution we add with a volumetric pipette. Not an easy thing to begin with, and then the thunder slightly added the trouble with those exploding sounds nearby.

And this ended up being such a rant. A great blog, sure, with me just complaining about everything. But that's life, I guess. Just as it's life that I have to go to my boring chemistry lesson. (I seriously hate the teacher, and I've got HL chemistry).
Mais c'est la vie...

Ici je suis...

Namely, I had to return to the nasty place called IB World School. Two years of way too much lab reports and way too little free time. Surely something I was looking forward to. NOT.

Now that I'll use the internet, like, every day, I'll also restart my blog. The bad thing is that I was such a lazy writer in the summer that I forgot my passwords and such. Whoops. Go me. And so I decided to start this whole blog from the beginning. Quelle waste of my time. Not that I have much time to waste, considering all those damn lab reports. Why did I ever start the IB diploma program to begin with???

Bye-bye, life... Here we come, IB!

Well anyway. At least I'll have to start cycling again after a break of a few years, now that I've got to do CAS (see the International Baccaulaureate Organization page for further definition if you honestly want to know, which I wouldn't). They were all totally shocked when I appeared at the practises. Ha! The bad thing is, that I'm really sucky at cycling now that I didn't excercise almost at all last year. Lazy me. And I'm all fat now. Ok, not fat, but I use size XS/S clothes instead of the size XXS/XS clothes I used to. Shame, shame. I better do something. Maybe a good beginning would be doing the pilates workout instead of blogging... Nah. I'm on a lazy mood.

I had loads of fun earlier today when I met my friend in this nice cafe (they make heavenly salads). She taught me new stuff in french, such as "C'est le pied!" which apparently means "life is great!", not, as you would expect, "it's the leg!". Live and learn.

Maybe I really should do the pilates thing, despite my laziness...
Au revoir