Why on earth did they limit the size of the file they wanted?
We're taking part to this totally cool event with my scouts group. We have to sing up with an e-mail with a photo with a certain topic attached. The bad thing is, that I used my brother's über-great professional-quality digital camera - and the file size was six times the maximum they accepted. Whoops. After some serious cropping and making the image quality worse, I finally made it into the 200 kb allowed. Why didn't they just allow all sizes, and use a better e-mail in order not to block it???
Blah. And I had to disfigure my masterpiece photo. All for no real use. Such a shame.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Phew.
It might not have been that bad. I think I did pretty well *touches wood*. But I'll get the preliminary results in a few weeks, the final scores I'll get in December. Touch sh*t if the scores say I'm on the border between two grades. That would mean I'll be totally nervous until I get the final results. Hope not.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wish me good luck
Here goes nothing
I'll stop doing useless stuff and study instead. If I'm not too shocked tomorrow, I'll write how the exam went. Maybe.
I'll stop doing useless stuff and study instead. If I'm not too shocked tomorrow, I'll write how the exam went. Maybe.
Tomorrow this time it's all over.
Oh d-d-dear d-d-dear! -Piglet, from Winnie the Pooh
In other words, I've got the matriculation exam for swedish tomorrow. Amd I've got ythis feeling I should be studying. But honestly, what use will I have of knowing that a widow is en änka in swedish. Or that the Nobel prize of Chemistry is Nobelpriset i kemi?
No use whatsoever. The good thing is, that if (and when) I'll get an E (or an L) that after tomorrow I'll neverever need to study swedish. Partay! Jag ska ha en fest!!! Eller inte. And I've already lost 7/90 in the listening comprehension, so I can only afford to lose about 20 points in the reading comprehension and essay in order to get an L, or about 50 points to get an E. Ok, I'll get an E. *knocks wood*I will! And then a few weeks before I'll get to know the results. And then they'll be moderated, and I'll get to know my final grade in december.
And I'm hoping I passed my physics exam, meaning I got 20 points out of 50. That's what it takes. I hope I did. Otherwise I'm in trouble. N´But my finnish exam went really well. Or that's what I think, anyway.
And I just decided I have to go to cycling practise tocay. Otherwise I'll just start panicking loads and walk around the house in a circle until I make a hole in the floor. And then I wouldn't get sleep or something. So I'll go to practise to get something done.
Speaking of getting something done, I'll need to buy food for the exam. Like a really clever person (my brother's girlfriend) said, the matriculation exam is a 6-hour picnic. That requires a lot of chocolate and something alse too. Maybe. That means that I'll have to drag myself to the shop and buy something. Quelle hard work... but what must be done must be done. I guess. *starts planning what to eat*
Behold my wondrous list:
I better concentrate. Or go study the irregular verbs. Jag ska gå göra det. Jag går nu. Nehej, jag gick inte. Har har inte ännu gått.
Min svenska är great. No doubt I'll do fine.
In other words, I've got the matriculation exam for swedish tomorrow. Amd I've got ythis feeling I should be studying. But honestly, what use will I have of knowing that a widow is en änka in swedish. Or that the Nobel prize of Chemistry is Nobelpriset i kemi?
No use whatsoever. The good thing is, that if (and when) I'll get an E (or an L) that after tomorrow I'll neverever need to study swedish. Partay! Jag ska ha en fest!!! Eller inte. And I've already lost 7/90 in the listening comprehension, so I can only afford to lose about 20 points in the reading comprehension and essay in order to get an L, or about 50 points to get an E. Ok, I'll get an E. *knocks wood*I will! And then a few weeks before I'll get to know the results. And then they'll be moderated, and I'll get to know my final grade in december.
And I'm hoping I passed my physics exam, meaning I got 20 points out of 50. That's what it takes. I hope I did. Otherwise I'm in trouble. N´But my finnish exam went really well. Or that's what I think, anyway.
And I just decided I have to go to cycling practise tocay. Otherwise I'll just start panicking loads and walk around the house in a circle until I make a hole in the floor. And then I wouldn't get sleep or something. So I'll go to practise to get something done.
Speaking of getting something done, I'll need to buy food for the exam. Like a really clever person (my brother's girlfriend) said, the matriculation exam is a 6-hour picnic. That requires a lot of chocolate and something alse too. Maybe. That means that I'll have to drag myself to the shop and buy something. Quelle hard work... but what must be done must be done. I guess. *starts planning what to eat*
Behold my wondrous list:
- chocolate
- something to drink
- something else to eat
I better concentrate. Or go study the irregular verbs. Jag ska gå göra det. Jag går nu. Nehej, jag gick inte. Har har inte ännu gått.
Min svenska är great. No doubt I'll do fine.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
The equation of my life
The cost of all the things I need > The money I have = Bad thing
T > M = B
I order to solve this, either T must be reduced (won’t work, the result won’t be a rational number) or M must be increased. This would result in G, (Good thing).
Ha. I wish. And comme toujours je suis tres random. Oh well.
T > M = B
I order to solve this, either T must be reduced (won’t work, the result won’t be a rational number) or M must be increased. This would result in G, (Good thing).
Ha. I wish. And comme toujours je suis tres random. Oh well.
A humble request
Dear physics teacher: Please give me a 4 from the exam so that I will pass this course and I don’t need to retake the exam. I know I should have studied more and I need to do it in the future, but I had to study for my matriculation exam in swedish and that took up most of my time. Please have mercy on me and give me the passing grade. Pretty please??? *puppy eyes*
Thats not too much wanted, is it???
Anyhow, this library computer has a serious problem. It doesn’t recognise the symbols and if I wanted to write something I need to copy-paste it from Word, where I can add a symbol. Sucky computer. It worked just fine last week, and now it only recognises the alphabet and the Enter sign. I hate you too.
Thats not too much wanted, is it???
Anyhow, this library computer has a serious problem. It doesn’t recognise the symbols and if I wanted to write something I need to copy-paste it from Word, where I can add a symbol. Sucky computer. It worked just fine last week, and now it only recognises the alphabet and the Enter sign. I hate you too.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Shopping day! Once again
Seriously. These skip lessons and cancelled lessons are killing me. Or, more precisely, killing my bank account. I've spent 60 in three days, and I saw a totally cute waist belt and bag and silk top and silk dress and found a new parfume and... The list goes on and on. Not to mention I should be saving money for a new road bike. Why can't some billionaire see me on the street and donate me a fortune for no reason?
But I had to buy the purple silky top I saw yesterday, and then I needed the new shampoo and another top. So far I've only bouhgt 3 things today. Must be a record of some sort.
Then I walked past this dumb group of people who were trying to sell some hair stylers and they offered to do my hair for free. Ok, I said and sat on the chair. The sales person (her name was Vida or something) started this advertising speech about a hair styler I knew I had no intention to buy and curled my hair at the same time. Then she accidentally sprayed some hair lotion thingy to my shopping bag (thank God it didn't go through the paper bag and spoil my new silky top, or I'd have probably fed that hair styler to her. Or burned her hair with it. Whatevs. Then when the curls on my hair looked way weird and I was bored with the whole thing, she actually mentioned the price of the dumb hair styler "only 200, but with a 50% discount 'cause they've just opened in Finland". I was all like wtf and then she asked did I like my hair the way she had done it. I was only like "maybe not quite my thing" and didn't say anything I really was thinking. So then she straightened my hair back. And burned a bit of my scalp when she wasn't being careful. Not surprisingly, I didn't buy the product and told her I'd find a cheaper one also made out of ceramic. She didn't believe I'd find one and acted like a real bitch. But I did find one at Hair Store. Ha! The moral of the story: Don't believe salespeople or let them style your hair. Avoid them like the plague.
But I had to buy the purple silky top I saw yesterday, and then I needed the new shampoo and another top. So far I've only bouhgt 3 things today. Must be a record of some sort.
Then I walked past this dumb group of people who were trying to sell some hair stylers and they offered to do my hair for free. Ok, I said and sat on the chair. The sales person (her name was Vida or something) started this advertising speech about a hair styler I knew I had no intention to buy and curled my hair at the same time. Then she accidentally sprayed some hair lotion thingy to my shopping bag (thank God it didn't go through the paper bag and spoil my new silky top, or I'd have probably fed that hair styler to her. Or burned her hair with it. Whatevs. Then when the curls on my hair looked way weird and I was bored with the whole thing, she actually mentioned the price of the dumb hair styler "only 200, but with a 50% discount 'cause they've just opened in Finland". I was all like wtf and then she asked did I like my hair the way she had done it. I was only like "maybe not quite my thing" and didn't say anything I really was thinking. So then she straightened my hair back. And burned a bit of my scalp when she wasn't being careful. Not surprisingly, I didn't buy the product and told her I'd find a cheaper one also made out of ceramic. She didn't believe I'd find one and acted like a real bitch. But I did find one at Hair Store. Ha! The moral of the story: Don't believe salespeople or let them style your hair. Avoid them like the plague.
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