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Sep. 8th, 2011 10:48 am- So "humiliation class", as thesis seminar has now been affectionately dubbed, didn't start this week. I've been nervous for three days for nothing >.< NEXT friday. Apparently there was an email.
- Going to parents' place later today for the weekend. I need my sneakers and my crocheting, can't quite settle in without them. I get to clean out the cottage, and brother wanted to show me his new keyboard. (It's much better than what he had before, because *cue things that make no sense to me*.) He's in planning mode, and this apparently involves hoarding instruments.
- I'm going to have to return the handy-cam to dad, which is sad. (Though not if you're my flatmate. Poor![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillannan is the star of several hours worth of truly pointless footage.)
- My external hard-drive fell on the floor, and I spent most of Tuesday hunting down the store that could recover my files. (Yes, hunting down the store. It had moved. It was not easy to find. And it was raining.)
- I'm going to be 27 in less than a month. ... I have no idea what to do with that. I think I want cake, and lots of it. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tinypinkmouse, remember that cake you made the one time? With the nutella and the marzipan? I think I want that cake.) My original plan was to allow myself to freak out about this, becuase I did such a good job of keeping cool through 25 & 26, but I can't seem to muster enough panic. Mostly I'm just excited about the possibility of a party. Because there will be a party. It may end up being a party of just me and leftover pálinka and season 3 of SPN, but there will be a party. I will ask lots of people. Everyone's schedules will clash, and nothing will work out, but I will celebrate my goddamned birthday.
- I had a dream where Jensen Ackles was married to a blonde woman, and he was cursed so she thought he was hurting her children, and then she drove away in a tractor, and he cried and was carried inside by some random big guy. I remember watching from the sidelines and think "god, this is bad. That's totally OOC."
- Going to parents' place later today for the weekend. I need my sneakers and my crocheting, can't quite settle in without them. I get to clean out the cottage, and brother wanted to show me his new keyboard. (It's much better than what he had before, because *cue things that make no sense to me*.) He's in planning mode, and this apparently involves hoarding instruments.
- I'm going to have to return the handy-cam to dad, which is sad. (Though not if you're my flatmate. Poor
lillannan is the star of several hours worth of truly pointless footage.) - My external hard-drive fell on the floor, and I spent most of Tuesday hunting down the store that could recover my files. (Yes, hunting down the store. It had moved. It was not easy to find. And it was raining.)
- I'm going to be 27 in less than a month. ... I have no idea what to do with that. I think I want cake, and lots of it. (
tinypinkmouse, remember that cake you made the one time? With the nutella and the marzipan? I think I want that cake.) My original plan was to allow myself to freak out about this, becuase I did such a good job of keeping cool through 25 & 26, but I can't seem to muster enough panic. Mostly I'm just excited about the possibility of a party. Because there will be a party. It may end up being a party of just me and leftover pálinka and season 3 of SPN, but there will be a party. I will ask lots of people. Everyone's schedules will clash, and nothing will work out, but I will celebrate my goddamned birthday.- I had a dream where Jensen Ackles was married to a blonde woman, and he was cursed so she thought he was hurting her children, and then she drove away in a tractor, and he cried and was carried inside by some random big guy. I remember watching from the sidelines and think "god, this is bad. That's totally OOC."
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Apr. 28th, 2011 12:47 pmToday I had a four hour lecture on French phonetics. Out of the seven students taking the class, I was the only one who showed up.
The lecturer, aside from being French, is also insane.
It was awkward.
( I had a dream I was on a plane )
The lecturer, aside from being French, is also insane.
It was awkward.
( I had a dream I was on a plane )
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Apr. 25th, 2011 03:49 pmAh, silence.
The apartment is now empty of guests for the first time in well over a week. The kitchen has a few plastic bags of empty beer cans, and I keep stumbling across empty chocolate egg wrappings. The signs of an easter holiday well-spent.
I'm exhausted, but quite pleased. Zooling Hilde came over from Sweden for a visit. (With her new boyfriend, whose name translates into English as "Elves". The Legolas-jokes were a source of infinite amusement.) And once they'd left, Gabriel (who is my ex and an actual person, and not a Trickster) and Arwena came over for a few nights. We did all the usual things, and the weather gods were benevolent. There really is nothing quite like seeing old friends.
I think spring has properly arrived now.
Littlest flatmate,lillannan cleared out the backyard, and now it actually looks nice for the first time in two or three years. I may have burned my nose in the sun while I was out there, but I can't bring myself to even be annoyed. Or, hell, I'm hoping I burned my nose. That would mean that the sun is getting bright and warm again. Really, properly warm, and not just pale yellow light.
I love the summer. I hate accompanying bugs with a passion, but I love the heat. Not the sub-nordic heat that people get in Europe, mind you, no. Above 22 C, well below 27 C, that's perfect. It doesn't happen that often that we actually reach those temperatures for more than a few short weeks in July, but the anticipation is half the fun.
( I had a dream about how I watch too much TV )
The apartment is now empty of guests for the first time in well over a week. The kitchen has a few plastic bags of empty beer cans, and I keep stumbling across empty chocolate egg wrappings. The signs of an easter holiday well-spent.
I'm exhausted, but quite pleased. Zooling Hilde came over from Sweden for a visit. (With her new boyfriend, whose name translates into English as "Elves". The Legolas-jokes were a source of infinite amusement.) And once they'd left, Gabriel (who is my ex and an actual person, and not a Trickster) and Arwena came over for a few nights. We did all the usual things, and the weather gods were benevolent. There really is nothing quite like seeing old friends.
I think spring has properly arrived now.
Littlest flatmate,
lillannan cleared out the backyard, and now it actually looks nice for the first time in two or three years. I may have burned my nose in the sun while I was out there, but I can't bring myself to even be annoyed. Or, hell, I'm hoping I burned my nose. That would mean that the sun is getting bright and warm again. Really, properly warm, and not just pale yellow light.I love the summer. I hate accompanying bugs with a passion, but I love the heat. Not the sub-nordic heat that people get in Europe, mind you, no. Above 22 C, well below 27 C, that's perfect. It doesn't happen that often that we actually reach those temperatures for more than a few short weeks in July, but the anticipation is half the fun.
( I had a dream about how I watch too much TV )
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Apr. 5th, 2011 10:22 amDay 5. My room is empty, and I keep thinking that I need to take the dog out. The weekend was a lot easier - we went to sister's place in Tampere and saw Apulanta play at Pakkahuone. Now I'm at home and Maggie is decidedly not present in all the places I would usually find her.
I've listened to a lot of podfic. I like hearing the sound of a voice without feeling any obligation to answer or contribute anything. When I can't focus, all I have to do is pause, and let my mind wander. And if it wanders wrong, and I start thinking in terms I know aren't helpful, then all I do is press play and I'm distracted again. For right now, it's perfect.
I had a dream last night. I've been awake for quite a few hours now, so most of it has already started to fade, but I remember enough that I think I can write down the main points. It had three separate sequences.
( Part One )
( Part Two )
( Part Three )
And then I woke up and it was 6:30 in the morning.
I've listened to a lot of podfic. I like hearing the sound of a voice without feeling any obligation to answer or contribute anything. When I can't focus, all I have to do is pause, and let my mind wander. And if it wanders wrong, and I start thinking in terms I know aren't helpful, then all I do is press play and I'm distracted again. For right now, it's perfect.
I had a dream last night. I've been awake for quite a few hours now, so most of it has already started to fade, but I remember enough that I think I can write down the main points. It had three separate sequences.
( Part One )
( Part Two )
( Part Three )
And then I woke up and it was 6:30 in the morning.
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Mar. 21st, 2011 12:13 pm... This is all written in a hurry, and may contain silly things, like language errors and sentences that never stop. Please approach with caution.
This morning's french class was surprisingly interesting.
I'm not normally very fond of the lecturer (he's inconsistent, doesn't give out info and isn't fair in his assessment of students), but the topic was fascinating. La place des femmes dans la société française.
We watched Youtube clips of different people saying different things (and for once he actually stopped every once in a while and made sure that everyone was onboard with what was going on).
Elisabeth Badinter was a completely new name to me! I've often heard talk where (and I'm not sure if my terms are right here) black feminism is mentioned as a separate thing from western or bourgeois feminism, but at least on the courses I've attended there's never been any talk of the difference between feminism as its viewed "dans la culture latin" and "dans la culture américaine". That was the difference she made, mind you. La culture americaine, and not "la culture germanique". And she said that les pays scandinaves, on account of reading so much in English are the gateway through which le féminism américain is seeping into Europe. (This would imply, I suppose, that there is no such thing as féminism scandinave, and on a gut-level I sort of resent that. And that there is such a thing as féminism européen... which I'm not sure of. Is there? How alike are we on this subject, anyway? Purely in terms of "where am I more comfortable", I can say that I was more at home in northern germany and the mid-western united states than I ever was anywhere in France. Not the kind of "at home" I'd be in, say, Sweden, but still. It was closer to what I knew. But then, french speaking switzerland felt very familiar too.)
It's terribly interesting! I'm not sure if I agree, of course, but still. Why don't I know anything about how women's rights movements have progressed/are viewed within the different cultural influence zones in Europe?
( I had a dream this morning )
EDIT: Hey! Where is this sundays SPN newsletter on DW? I love that newsletter. Gives it to me! :/
This morning's french class was surprisingly interesting.
I'm not normally very fond of the lecturer (he's inconsistent, doesn't give out info and isn't fair in his assessment of students), but the topic was fascinating. La place des femmes dans la société française.
We watched Youtube clips of different people saying different things (and for once he actually stopped every once in a while and made sure that everyone was onboard with what was going on).
Elisabeth Badinter was a completely new name to me! I've often heard talk where (and I'm not sure if my terms are right here) black feminism is mentioned as a separate thing from western or bourgeois feminism, but at least on the courses I've attended there's never been any talk of the difference between feminism as its viewed "dans la culture latin" and "dans la culture américaine". That was the difference she made, mind you. La culture americaine, and not "la culture germanique". And she said that les pays scandinaves, on account of reading so much in English are the gateway through which le féminism américain is seeping into Europe. (This would imply, I suppose, that there is no such thing as féminism scandinave, and on a gut-level I sort of resent that. And that there is such a thing as féminism européen... which I'm not sure of. Is there? How alike are we on this subject, anyway? Purely in terms of "where am I more comfortable", I can say that I was more at home in northern germany and the mid-western united states than I ever was anywhere in France. Not the kind of "at home" I'd be in, say, Sweden, but still. It was closer to what I knew. But then, french speaking switzerland felt very familiar too.)
It's terribly interesting! I'm not sure if I agree, of course, but still. Why don't I know anything about how women's rights movements have progressed/are viewed within the different cultural influence zones in Europe?
( I had a dream this morning )
EDIT: Hey! Where is this sundays SPN newsletter on DW? I love that newsletter. Gives it to me! :/
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Mar. 18th, 2011 08:46 am( I had a weird dream just now. )
I don't actually think I'm going to make it to the library today. I'm already a good 40 minutes late from schedule. I'll try to work from home, at least a little. If I finish the bit in my theory section where I talk about the location of the secondary world, that'll be accomplishment enough.
In the evening there'll be a planning session for a new sci-fi game.
I don't actually think I'm going to make it to the library today. I'm already a good 40 minutes late from schedule. I'll try to work from home, at least a little. If I finish the bit in my theory section where I talk about the location of the secondary world, that'll be accomplishment enough.
In the evening there'll be a planning session for a new sci-fi game.
