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.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Jellyfish.
Well. I spent this week counting jellyfish on a SYKE research trip. And doing a lot of other stufff too, but I was there to count jellyfish for my Extended Essay. And the results? We didn't find any jellyfish! Boo. Now I'll have to write my EE on why I didn't see any. A lot more complicated than my original idea.
But other than my dumb experiment giving unwanted results, the trip was awesome. The weather was great - suhnny and warm all the time, and I wasn't too busy, so I could spend ages on the sundeck. I got a gorgeous tan.
Also, I was dumb enough to say I'd go to the nationals. Dumb me. Well, if the antidoping papers aren't back by wednesday I won't go, since otherwise I'm not allowed to use my asthma medication and I'll suffocate or something. Not fun.
I'm leading an arts camp next week. It'll be totally fun. Also, I'll get paid. Even more fun, if possible.
I bought the most beautiful pair of shoes. I'm totally in love with them. And they're surprisingly easy to walk with, when considering the 8cm heel. And they were on sale too. Could my life possibly get any better?
Actually, in a lot of ways. First of all, I could win the nationals. And get rid of my asthma. And get my CAS program in order. And get a lot more money. And be accepted to Stanford U. And lose weight (screw people who say I'm already thin). And get a new laptop. And... and... a lot of things.
But other than my dumb experiment giving unwanted results, the trip was awesome. The weather was great - suhnny and warm all the time, and I wasn't too busy, so I could spend ages on the sundeck. I got a gorgeous tan.
Also, I was dumb enough to say I'd go to the nationals. Dumb me. Well, if the antidoping papers aren't back by wednesday I won't go, since otherwise I'm not allowed to use my asthma medication and I'll suffocate or something. Not fun.
I'm leading an arts camp next week. It'll be totally fun. Also, I'll get paid. Even more fun, if possible.
I bought the most beautiful pair of shoes. I'm totally in love with them. And they're surprisingly easy to walk with, when considering the 8cm heel. And they were on sale too. Could my life possibly get any better?
Actually, in a lot of ways. First of all, I could win the nationals. And get rid of my asthma. And get my CAS program in order. And get a lot more money. And be accepted to Stanford U. And lose weight (screw people who say I'm already thin). And get a new laptop. And... and... a lot of things.
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