Let us begin with something completely outrageous and unacceptable: I passed my phonetics exam this morning without either reading a word from the course book or even glancing at my phonetics notes. When I stepped into the class I wasn't even sure we were going to have an exam. I'm a bad person and even worse student (now I keep grinning broadly). I had one hell of luck to take part in such an easy exam even though everyone kept telling me (including the teacher) that the course is most difficult to pass in this level. "You've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?" Yes. I don't even care if the grade will lower my overall average (which is 4.5; zip it, Triplet!).
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The translation I was ranting and raving about yesterday decided to acknowledge my existence today. An hour before the lecture started. Not a minute too early, if you ask me. Although I swore never to play with that programme again (and therefore with the printer as well), I have to say I'm quite proud of myself. The teacher thought I had taken it from the web. But she knows me and my writing style well enough not to think I did. I wouldn't do that. Especially to her. We ended up talking about many other things as I was leaving the classroom. It turned out Wanderer has very similar political views as I do. It's sometimes a little scary to notice how much we're alike. But on the other hand (even if this could be considered too friendly) it's nice to know there's someone I can talk to and not having to be afraid they'll judge me. I think I shouldn't be saying this but she really is more a mother to me than my own mother (at least as far as 'mother' is defined as I do). Terrible thing to say now that my parents are just returning to Finland from their holiday in Tenerife. During the two weeks they've been there I have thought of them thrice: once they sent me an SMS, twice my relatives mentioned them over the phone. Does this make me a horrible person or am I just human for I only need acceptance and caring? Maybe I'm not that much of a hattifattener after all.
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The Meme of the Day:
I have some of the BodyCombat songs going on in my head. I haven't yet memorised the new programme well enough to remember whether is in the beginning, in the middle or in the end. I saw Her today. She smiled and said 'Hello'.
Can I please just keep dreaming of Her?
Pretty please?
Just a little?
Now I have another song playing in my head. It's from the second Blair Witch Project. "Haunted" by Poe.
Come here
Pretty please
Can you tell me where I am
You won't you say something
I need to get my bearings
I'm lost
And the shadows keep on changing
And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my haunted head
