Whew. The official days of Christmas are over. That means I'm allowed to use the computer again or actually go somewhere out of my home and shop or meet my friends or something. Yay!
I got really nice Christmas presents. Not a road bike, though. Why, Santa, why??? Have I not been nice enough?
I ate way too much Christmas food. And chocolate. Why do people always give you chocolate? We still have over ten boxes left. I don't want to see any food associated with Christmas for at least a year.
The zipper of my boots broke. Sad. I have to get them fixed. It'll probably cost a fortune. And all my money will go to a new iPod. But I'll also need some clothes. And overpriced luxury cosmetics products.
Then BAD news. The tickets to see a band I really like are sold out. Bah. I could call them to ask for cancelled tickets, but dialling the number costs like 5e per call, so... And another of my favorite bands is coming here. To bad their gig is K18. Don't I just hate to be 17? It's technically the worst age possible, since you can't find a job because you're not 18, and you won't get decent student aid. Bah. 1 hour 30 minutes. Then I'll call the number for any cancelled tickets.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
B-DAY and other such
Well, well, well. Finally my b-day. I did get really nice presents (feel free to feel guilty if you gave me nothing).
I finished the last lab report of the year yesterday. Phew. I don't want to see ChemSketch for a year or so.
A golden retriever is a dog, right? And so are labrador retrievers and curly coated retrievers, to name a few. So, logically, a stir bar retriever is a dog as well. Right? That's how it works.
My A1 Finnish oral commentary went... well... not that well. Although so did everyone elses, cause this was our first try. Honestly, I know I'm able to speak complete bullsh*t for ages, use the clever "from point A to point X"-order when speaking, talk with the weirdest voice ever, not use any professional terms at all, say "um" and "er" a lot and avoid using examples when I'm supposed to use them a lot. I didn't need to use them all in a period of time of 12 minutes 47 seconds, namely my commentary. FUN. NOT. Then we're supposed to give feedback on somepne else's commentary. Our teacher e-mails us our and our pair's commentaries. So, I'm not the only person on the planet who heards the mess. Oh well. But the teacher paired me up with my friend, and it was just an oral commentary. Only 30% of the course grade. Who cares, anyway?
Two ordinary school days, the christmas celebration thingy at school, and handing out report cards. Then... some pleasant weeks without school! Yay! And although my brother was rude enough to be in London with his girlfriend on my birthday, he promised to buy me some cd:s, so it's not that bad really. And only a few more days till christmas! Par-tay!!!
I finished the last lab report of the year yesterday. Phew. I don't want to see ChemSketch for a year or so.
A golden retriever is a dog, right? And so are labrador retrievers and curly coated retrievers, to name a few. So, logically, a stir bar retriever is a dog as well. Right? That's how it works.
My A1 Finnish oral commentary went... well... not that well. Although so did everyone elses, cause this was our first try. Honestly, I know I'm able to speak complete bullsh*t for ages, use the clever "from point A to point X"-order when speaking, talk with the weirdest voice ever, not use any professional terms at all, say "um" and "er" a lot and avoid using examples when I'm supposed to use them a lot. I didn't need to use them all in a period of time of 12 minutes 47 seconds, namely my commentary. FUN. NOT. Then we're supposed to give feedback on somepne else's commentary. Our teacher e-mails us our and our pair's commentaries. So, I'm not the only person on the planet who heards the mess. Oh well. But the teacher paired me up with my friend, and it was just an oral commentary. Only 30% of the course grade. Who cares, anyway?
Two ordinary school days, the christmas celebration thingy at school, and handing out report cards. Then... some pleasant weeks without school! Yay! And although my brother was rude enough to be in London with his girlfriend on my birthday, he promised to buy me some cd:s, so it's not that bad really. And only a few more days till christmas! Par-tay!!!
Quelle horreur...
Christmas= good thing
Presents= good thing
using a lot of money in presents= very bad thing
Having a lot of friends=good thing
Having to buy presents to a lot of friends->spending a lot of money in the presents=bad thing. I do hope I'll get a lot of money from somewhere. The sooner the better
Presents= good thing
using a lot of money in presents= very bad thing
Having a lot of friends=good thing
Having to buy presents to a lot of friends->spending a lot of money in the presents=bad thing. I do hope I'll get a lot of money from somewhere. The sooner the better
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Feeling sorry for the physics substitute teacher
I had maybe the most boring physics lesson yesterday. Our physics teacher was at this China meeting with some representatives from our chinese friend school, the high school of Beijing university. So, we had a substitute. Yay.
Not. Our substitute was a former student from our school. He wasn't, however, a former IB student. And since our class is the IB class, the teaching is supposed to be in English. The spoken English of the substitute teacher was, well, interesting. Very. It was almost worth the boring lesson to listen to him speaking English about as well as most Finnish politicians. And that's not too well. So, he had made up a slide show on standing waves and constructive/destructive interference, which we studied already last year. Fun. The slides were taken from his very boring physics university textbook, which was luckily enough in English. Otherwise I wouldn't have understood a thing. I ended up writing five A4 pages of notes. My hand still hurts. Bah.
I need to go christmas shopping. 'Tis the season to be jolly and spend all the money from your bank account on presents! How fun. The good point is that others will do the same and buy me stuff. At least that's how it's supposed to go.
Not. Our substitute was a former student from our school. He wasn't, however, a former IB student. And since our class is the IB class, the teaching is supposed to be in English. The spoken English of the substitute teacher was, well, interesting. Very. It was almost worth the boring lesson to listen to him speaking English about as well as most Finnish politicians. And that's not too well. So, he had made up a slide show on standing waves and constructive/destructive interference, which we studied already last year. Fun. The slides were taken from his very boring physics university textbook, which was luckily enough in English. Otherwise I wouldn't have understood a thing. I ended up writing five A4 pages of notes. My hand still hurts. Bah.
I need to go christmas shopping. 'Tis the season to be jolly and spend all the money from your bank account on presents! How fun. The good point is that others will do the same and buy me stuff. At least that's how it's supposed to go.
Friday, December 7, 2007
My not-so-successive scheduling
Oh well. I happen to have an all-night movie marathon starting in 50 minutes. I also happen to be working at the dog show Winner 2007 tomorrow, meaning I need to leave home at 8 AM. And knowing that I didn't sleep during the two previous movie marathons we had, I'm not likely to do it now either. Fun. And I'll be practically asleep in the dog show. I even needed to buy coke zero so I'd get some caffeine. And normally I never ever drink it.
But I might end up having fun at the dog show and meet some friends - and I'll get to see the guinea-pig cucumber eating contest. Way fun.
Sadly, I won't be able to sleep any longer on Sunday morning either. I've got another workshift at the dog show.
But I might end up having fun at the dog show and meet some friends - and I'll get to see the guinea-pig cucumber eating contest. Way fun.
Sadly, I won't be able to sleep any longer on Sunday morning either. I've got another workshift at the dog show.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Oh! It's Winter! Snow!
Well, well, well. It always comes as a surprise when you wake up in the morning, take a look outside and notice that in a somewhat mystical way 20cm of snow has appeared on the ground, and more is falling down from the sky. This was on sunday.
Sadly, sunday also happened to be a day when my brother went to work at 5:30 AM and the rest of my family left to a Christmas sale or something. Guess who was left to shovel the snow off our parking lot/front yard. Yes. Me. And only because my cycling practise would start at 11, so I'd have to leave at 10.
My sadistic coach made us walk, or, more accurately, wade in the now wet and heavy snow. In a forest. And a partially frozen swamp. Not to mention that we did this for 4.5 hours. If two of my friends wouldn't have been there, I'd have left. But I ended having a reasonably good time, despite the nasty training.
Ha ha ha. Even though there's one episode left, I know who won the amazing race season 7. I checked it from the internet. And decided to watch the final peisode next sunday after all. Ok, this might be cheating, but If a certain team would have won there'd be no way I'd watch them win. They didn't. Ha.
A-hem. Note to all men above the age of thirty: If you see me walking somewhere, (ok, you wouldn't recongize me, but this is a universal RULE) and for some weird reason you would want to whistle, two things:
1. DON'T. Way tacky. Unless I'm on a very good mood, and most likely even then, I'll just show you the finger.
2. If you do whistle, and please don't, it's tacky, at least know how to whistle. For crying out loud, this should be an obvious point!!! But apparently it isn't. How dumb can you get? Wait. I don't want to know
Sadly, sunday also happened to be a day when my brother went to work at 5:30 AM and the rest of my family left to a Christmas sale or something. Guess who was left to shovel the snow off our parking lot/front yard. Yes. Me. And only because my cycling practise would start at 11, so I'd have to leave at 10.
My sadistic coach made us walk, or, more accurately, wade in the now wet and heavy snow. In a forest. And a partially frozen swamp. Not to mention that we did this for 4.5 hours. If two of my friends wouldn't have been there, I'd have left. But I ended having a reasonably good time, despite the nasty training.
Ha ha ha. Even though there's one episode left, I know who won the amazing race season 7. I checked it from the internet. And decided to watch the final peisode next sunday after all. Ok, this might be cheating, but If a certain team would have won there'd be no way I'd watch them win. They didn't. Ha.
A-hem. Note to all men above the age of thirty: If you see me walking somewhere, (ok, you wouldn't recongize me, but this is a universal RULE) and for some weird reason you would want to whistle, two things:
1. DON'T. Way tacky. Unless I'm on a very good mood, and most likely even then, I'll just show you the finger.
2. If you do whistle, and please don't, it's tacky, at least know how to whistle. For crying out loud, this should be an obvious point!!! But apparently it isn't. How dumb can you get? Wait. I don't want to know
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