This is why I've been looking forward to winter all this time. It makes me happy. There's something magical about the faint blue firmament and the trees covered with ice twinkling in the sun light. And the same jewel-like gleam on the untouched snow fields... I was coming to the university when a friend of mine passed me. Even he ponted out that I'm apparently a winter person since I was almost hovering above the icy ground. He was just complaining about the coldness and how he can't wear his beloved T-shirts. Well, everybody likes different things.
Speaking of which... I got to redecorate my bedroom last night. There's three posters (actually, two of them are flags, if you prefer the presiceness) I've had on my wall for the past four years. I took all of them down and replaced them with three absolutely beautiful flags. My parents are not going to be too pleased once they realise all of them depict women, some of them wearing not so much. And now before you start thinking I've hanged softcore pictures on my wall, no; two of them are desinged by the Spanish artist Luis Royo and one is by Victoria Francés (also Spanish; and if I may add, ravishingly beautiful herself, like her ghost).
I heard yesterday from a friend I hadn't seen in a while that rumour has it I'm going to exchange to another school. He called his source "little birds". I can but wonder what has been pumped into those seeds to get a single bird suggest that I would be leaving the university. You're not going to get rid of me that easily. Especially now that I can see Her so often. And now that I have found a mother substitute (she's great!).
I should read about 150 pages of Jane Eyre till next Thursday, and yet another hundred pages of Hard Times till Friday. I would so badly want to forsake Brontë alltogether and concentrate on Charles Dickens. It's less depressing. Maybe I'll just type in the translation I have and do something else on Monday. No, that would be irresponsible.
Did you, by the way, notice the C.S.I. episode's movie references on Wednesday? What was Grissom's movie? What about Nick? I recognised Sara's right away; I love American Beauty! And Greg had Sin City; the red lips gave it all away. What is it with straight men and lesbian fantasies, anyway?
Okay, maybe I just do the research for the few details of the translation now and leave the typing till Monday.
She's so beautiful. If there is someone who's read this blog before you're probably tired of hearing this. But still... She's so ravishingly beautiful. I saw Her today. There were two others discussing The Canterbury Tales but when She came there I just... Well, let us quote Sappho here (emphasis on the beginning of the second verse):
Se kuuluu jumaliin se mies joka sinun kanssasi istuu
Joka kuulee sinun ihanan äänesi lähellä,
ja sinun naurusi
ja sinun lempesi
ja sinun rakkautesi
sinun
naurusi
Sydän säikähtää rinnassani Kun katson sinua en
mitenkään
saa ääntä suustani (Kun näen sinut äkkiä)
kieleni tärisee, tuli juoksee ihoni alla, en näe mitään
korvissa suhisee, hiki kohoaa pintaan,
paikkani vapisevat, olen
keltaisempi
kuin ruoho,
kohta kuin kuollut.
And Her voice... it's so enticing. Why I have to feel for someone I cannot have, even if I were better-looking and less psychotic?
Okay, I started writing this feeling good. Now I'm just sad. Penguins.... I need to think of couple of penguins slip-sliding on the ice. No one can possibly feel crumpy at the same when their thinking of penguins. Now I'm smiling again. She has a beautiful smile, too. It just radiates Her kindness, just like Her entire appearance. But if I recall correctly I've already written about this. Well, this is my blog, my realm. Grin and bear it. =)
I just had a very interesting lecture of oral studies. When I first heard the teacher to say we actually have to talk to each other and do both verbal and non-verbal communication I was ready to call the whole thing off but it seems to me it'll be fine after all.
The teacher had us, for instance, to divide on two sides of the room based on which word we prefer of the word pair he gave. The class was pretty much in half when we chose between red and green (I chose green; one of my favorite colours), but when there were the pairs Saturday night vs. Sunday morning and Sun vs. Moon, I ended up in the minority. I prefer Sunday mornings because then I'm in no hurry and the combat class is also there to look forward to. Moon, on the other hand, reminds me of many things I hold important: the night sky and the Wiccan teacher I've mentioned earlier (she's become sort of a surrogate mother to me). The moon reminds me of Her, too. I can't even count the times I've stood on my balcony, listening to Sonata Arctica's My Selene (the Greek goddess of moon) and thought of Her.
I also saw a glimpse of Her today. It never ceases to amaze me exactly how passionate She is about the things She finds interesting and important; I mean, you can be in a complitely other room and just see Her through a window and that passion just radiates through everything and affects you as well. Or maybe it's just me. =)
Okay, I know I said in the previous entry that my Mondays are going to be busy but I was wrong. I got most of my work done during the weekend (I actually did some work in advance, God forbid). I'll be doing fine, and not get that burn out at the end of the term. But, now I have a little free time, so I'm going home eat my lunch and watch an X-Files episode as well. Then I'll come back for my History of English lectures.
Everyone have a nice day. Go outside and make a snow angle now that there is snow. I know I will.
A little recap of the first week of the spring term. My historical linguistics course's weekly exercise list makes me anxious. I know I don't have to do them all but I still feel I should because I have great respect towards that teacher and I, of course, want to live up to her expectations.
My translations course is about to drive me insane; the teacher wants to have the translations printed every week and, naturally, this makes my Mondays very busy, trying to check every little detail and write the final version as well. Not to mention the phonetics course. The teacher of which is by the way funny; the Finnish verb 'vaahdota' attains whole new levels with him by the end of the lecture.
Luckily my Wednesdays are, for the time being, free. I can concentrate on the assignments from the previous week then. Thursdays are again filled with action. Starting with English litarature (I still have no idea what's all the fuss around him [the teacher, that is] about). Later that day, we have more lectures of another aspect of English literature. We have to read two books for the course and I'm running out of time. The day was finished yesterday with academic writing lectures.
Today I had a course, which requires a presentation (my group's subject being Modern English literature, my luck, that's my cup of tea) and reading two books. I'm not too partial to Hard Times but I can't wait to get my hands on Toni Morrison's Sula. My favorite by her is The Bluest Eye, but I also liked Beloved. And what I've read about Sula, I'm going to enjoy that as well. But that's not until two months from now.
By the end of this term I will know the true meaning of burn-out. And I have to find that bloody summer job, too.
Addendum on 15. of January: I was apparently very anxious since I had lots of spelling mistakes in this.
Long time, no see. I've had absolutely no access to a computer until now that my school officially started its spring term. And it wouldn't have been particularly cheerful either since I had to spend Christmas time at home. When I was sitting on the bus on my way there before Christmas my only thought was that I'd been convicted for a crime I didn't do for four days without chance to appeal. It went pretty much the way I expected: going from one day to another thinking whether my father is A) drunk with his face all scratched for stumbling on the ground, B) in a terrible hang-over, C) in a state of mild disability to stand up with his eyes all hazy, or D) all of the above in one day. And people actually wonder why I don't drink.
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Well, here's something more cheerful: the term started today!!!!! (all the exclamation marks against all my teachers' punctuation advice) Now I'm back amongst my peers once more. I can't believe the fall term came and went already. My life passes me by too fast! But then again, despite all the worries about finding a job for summer, I'm going to see Her almost every week somewhat regularly! And it's almost one year anniversary since I came to recognise my feelings for Her. Anniversary... Am I pathetic or really, truely, bluely pathetic?
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Did you, by any chance, see the Quandraints meteor shower on fifth? I had absolutely no idea of any meteor shower until I was on my way to combat class and got almost hit by a car (I was crossing the road when I saw the first and clearest meteor of the evening; ended up stopping right in the middle of the driveway in amazement).
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Okay, time to go get my lecture exercises for next week. I should be writing the analysis for play, too. The whole analysis makes me miserable (does that sound like something I might have said before?; in case I've complained about a certain prose analysis let it be noted that I managed to get the highest mark out of that one. I rule!). Well, I guess I'm just going to have to balance my misery with Famke Janssen and the L word tonight.
Did you notice the beautiful northern lights on the sky last night? First I mistook them for clouds but I soon realised they don't move that much. So there I was, standing on my balcony with not nearly enough clothes and stared at the green flames on the firmament with tears in my eyes (the piercing north wind had something to do with this reaction). The northern lights always make me feel like the gateway to a fantasy world is open and that I could have a chance to get there. Well, one can always hope.
There was also a maxim for the Geminid meteor shower. I had just finished my X-Files marathon an hour before (how can they go dividing one episode to two seasons?!) so my first thought had something to do with UFOs since I didn’t know there is a meteor shower. The actual maxim was between midnight and one a.m. and I was outside at three a.m. so in the end I only saw two Geminids but it was pretty impressive anyway.
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Watching the X-Files has made me think of the possibility of the existence of extraterrestrial biological entities which is different from UFOs. An example. Let us assume there is a planet somewhere beyond the boundaries of space we know. Let us assume further that their technological development is the same as ours and that they wonder the same questions we wonder. To them we would be extraterrestrial biological entities but we don’t have what they would see as unidentified flying objects because our technology is not developed enough for that kind of space travelling.
I can perfectly and without a question see the possibility of EBEs existing. It would be rather arrogant of us to think we are here alone, considering the fact that space is vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big place. I just cannot see why someone would want to travel millions of light years just to play doctor on us.
There are of course several explanations provided to answer this question. They might want to know our biological structure to figure out our weak spots since it’s always useful to know that about your enemy. Alas, according to this theory they would be hostile. Why would they be hostile towards us without a reason? Maybe they would have the same attitude as the planet Kricket whose people want to destroy anything outside their own planet, just because they’re not from their planet.
Another theory: There are no gods. Human race and everything else on the planet Earth was created by aliens. They abduct different species, among them humans, to restore their DNA and other building blocks in case we manage to destroy all the already endangered species, other animals and ourselves. According to this theory, they would want us to survive, I just cannot say why. Maybe they are capable of seeing the biodiversity of life and respect it and preserve its numerous varieties, the habitants of Earth included. That sounds much nicer than the previous one. Unfortunately, this would also mean that those fundamentalists would be right, with their ranting and raving about “intellectual design”. Well, at least it wouldn’t be their god.
Who knows, maybe we’ll know someday.
NICAP is, by the way, an acronym standing for National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena. Just in case someone wants to know.
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Now I need to start searching information about the Hawaiian grammar. In my linguistics test there is a section where we need to make sense of the structure and translations of the given language (which is Hawaiian as I checked). The problem is caused by the words meaning siblings. There are separate words for elder siblings, younger siblings and just siblings. More than that, the word seems to be chosen based on the speaker’s sex. If this were a correct assumption, it would allow the several different translations for the English sentences given in 3.3. However, this assumption would ruin my entire 3.2 answer (unless the teacher has included a trick question to the exam; she has given answer possibilities A and B, but what if the actual answer is, as my assumption suggests, C: neither?). Tricky, tricky, tricky. You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if the correct answer is C. It seems far too simple to just say that the speaker is male just because in the example sentence provided the speaker is male. There is no example of the same word said by a female speaker. I need to think about this a little further before handing in the exam.
I'm now taking a pause from writing the prose analysis. I'm hoping I might get some sudden moment of enlightment while writing something else but it doesn't look good. I'm bored out of my mind and my periods hurt and the air in the IT class... well, there really isn't much of it. Yes, I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining, I'm sorry.
How can he possibly expect anyone to be able to put everything that needs to be said in five pages and actually manage to say something original and substantiate it as well? I mean, even the basic things that we already went through in the lecture take four bloody pages!
I just got the second season of The X-Files on DVD via mail today. YAY! I already watched the first two episodes ('Litlle green men' and 'Host'). Now I'm feeling slightly ashamed of myself for I should have been typing in my prose analysis. Now I'm just going to have to sit by the computer late at night but then I can watch the next episode in the evening. Unless there's of course some movie worth watching on TV (a movie overcoming the possibility to spend 45 minutes with Mulder and Scully; I seriously doubt that).
And remember people: the truth is out there, but so are lies.
I've been wondering something. Maybe one of you could help me with this. What kind of people don't deserve to find love? Insane, overweight, too studiuos, people who keep things to themselves, people with strong opinions, people who never go anywhere? Tell me!
