June 11, 2008
I went to the bank the other day. The clerk flirted with me. Which was fine, as he was cute and young and tall and fit. Only… he looked exactly like BF did back when he was young and pretty. Odd.
June 9, 2008
After the rushed French exam on Friday, today I have four. Okay, three. I’m not doing one, although I planned so and I really should, but I simply cannot. I blame the French exam. So I’ll just have to go and cry at the department for an alternative method of fullfilling the course requirement. But with these last exams underway, and several other final papers planned, I’m feeling more confident in playing the “but, you want me to graduate, don’t you?” -card.
I messed up my school all by myself, I know. There’s noone else I can blame. But I’m trying now, I really am!
School’s hell. But I’m still convinced I can make it. In time.
June 4, 2008
I’ve been busy. I apologise. I threw a dinner party on Sunday for some friends as it was my birthday. That was a huge success, and I’m so happy. I also got some cool presents, like a smoothies book and a fruit basket (from Perfect Morning-After Voice).
School’s crazy. I am swaped with school work, and given that I have something going on for every single evening this week, it takes some early mornings to get started early on in the day. Have I ever told you how much I hate early mornings? With passion. But, maybe, just maybe, if I manage to pull this all off, I get the exams over, then it’s just a few more things to take care of and I can dedicate the rest of June and early July for writing the best thesis ever.
Speaking of the thesis. Hot Dream Guy was so helpful! Okay, yes, my “very long list of questions” I had mentioned to him got embarrassingly short while we were talking but that wasn’t really my fault, if was his! His answers were too good! I’d ask something, he’d answer it and I’ll end up crossing over the next six continuing questions as he answered them already in the original answer. But he was really helpful and gave good answers.
“Good answers”. That’s a difficult phrase. Ambiguous. I mean, good answers could be the ones I was expecting, but he didn’t give those. He gave answers that make my job easier. My problem was that certain things weren’t defined, and he defined them for me. Not necessarily the way I had anticipated, but either way, he gave good solid clear definitions to the things.
Also, one thing that caught me by surprise. I had all along thought that once the thesis is done, I’ll ask if The NHL Guy and Hot Dream Guy (once I got him to help me) want to read it. Offer to send it to them should they be interested. But when I mentioned to Hot Dream Guy that I’d be happy to answer any questions he might have, and he said “I really want to read that thesis!” it caught me by surprise. It’s one thing to think about it in you head, in the same head that thinks spending the evening watching Marx brothers movies is considered constructive use of time and that writing a book is a good idea in the middle of exam week, and hearing someone you admire professionally to actually say it out loud. Hot Dream Guy wants to read my thesis. Something I’ve written. Something I’ve done. That’s a scary thought. And that brings a whole new set of pressures to make this the best thesis ever written.
One final thought before I get back to school work. A little while ago I stumbbled across this website about how to live a life of a gentleman. And it got me thinking. Like of a man isn’t that hard! It’s the woman’s part that’s tricky. That’s where the true challenges are! We’re supposed to be the cross between career-missiles, Martha Stewart and Goddess Aphrodite while raising the kids, remembering our mother-in-law’s birthday, looking immaculate and off-the-runway on shuestring budjet and making sure the husband is wearing a presentable tie to work conference all the while remaining a lady. Now that’s where the challenge is, men get it off easy.
So, should there be a site/blog for women? I say there should. But there isn’t. Someone ought to fix that.
May 28, 2008
My Friend With Huge Boobs wants to make a complaint. Apparently every time she comes over and visits me time flies by and she ends up slightly drunk.
Weird thing, no?
May 26, 2008
I have, once again, a long list of things to do. After spending the weekend with BF and his family (there was cake!) and shopping for bikinis on behalf of My Friend With Huge Boobs* I’m once again back home, at school, trying to find enough hours in a day. I spoke with my French teacher about that one course I found out I need. It turns out to be an exam course, not a written assignment. So now I have ten (10!!) days to read two books for the exams. Here’s everything I need to do for school, pre-crying-at-the-department-over-the-few-courses-I-have-trouble-with-completing:
And what I need to do at home?
That’s off the top of my head. There might be more.
I’m so going to die out of exhaustion. that’s why i’m still hanging at school computer lab, reading online magazines and BCF and just… stalling. If I go home, I have to admit the existence of those lists and to tell you the truth, they scare the living daylights out of me!
*I told BF that I bought bikinis.
BF: Yeah? What kind?
Me: White with silvery embroidery. Size 40 top and 42 bottom.
BF *after a pause*: room for growth?
May 24, 2008
Everyone in Finland, well, those who follow even the smallest amount of politics, are familiar with the phrase “unexpectedly and suddenly”. It’s a phrase used by Anneli Jäätteenmäki, the first female Finnish prime minister when she explained how she received a memo on the current administrations Iraq-policy during the campaigning, a memo which she used to trash the administration and her biggest opponent, a memo she had no business having. She said she got it “unexpectedly and suddenly”, claiming it wasn’t her doing in any way, she wasn’t spying.
Unexpectedly and suddenly could also be used to describe the kindness and enthusiasm of Hot Dream Guy to help me with me thesis. From the very first email he sent me, saying he’d be happy to help me, to the concern over my schedule as he was at the hockey World Championships and didn’t really have time for my questions to last night, he’s been enthusiastic and friendly, something very… well, un-Finnish!
See, last night I tried to call him, once again. And once again he didn’t answer. So I wrote him an email asking when would be a good time to call next week. I figured he has a more busy life than I do so… About an hour later my computer speakers start to make this funny sound they always do when my cell connects to the network and is too close to the speakers. I assumed it would be My Friend With Huge Boobs as I had sent her a text message a little earlier.
It was Hot Dream Guy, texting that he’s “driving from [censored] to [censored] on Tuesday morning local time and that would be a good time to talk” so if I could call at 3PM Finnish time then? It was very casual, very friendly and just low-key. Not at all stiff and “I’m big and important NHL executive, how dare you bother me?!” Tell me, how many NHL executives do you know who send text messages to people they don’t even really know? I’m seriously developing a major crush on this man! And really, don’t make the joke about the former Finnish foreign minister, that would be so predictable here. *
It was all very unexpected and sudden.
* The foreign minister Ilkka Kanerva ended up having to resign after it was found out that he’d been sending racy text messages to an erotic dancer. From his work phone. While at work.
May 24, 2008
I’ve always loved the strong statement at the wrist. I have more cuffs and wide wristbands than I care to think of. But when I saw what Nomination came up with now, I knew instantly that I needed one cuff more. Or cuffs, I should say.
Stainless steel Freedom bracelet with 0.01 full-cut natural diamond detail.
May 19, 2008
I am sitting at my desk, doing nothing, aimlessly surfing the net, flipping through a copy of InStyle, doing anything and nothing. Why? I have a list of things to do, a list longer than my hair.
I’m not avoiding the list, per se. I like most of the things on that list. Let’s see, there’s the thesis, which I’m very enthusiastic about. There’s writing back to an old friend who sent an email out of the blue this morning. There’s spring cleaning my closet (when have I not loved playing with my clothes??) There’s brainstorming for this blog/website I’m loving the idea of. There’s the French paper I have no problem with as far as motivation goes. There’s the Development Economics paper about something very interesting. There’s finishing a knitting project I’m happy to get done. There’s planning something special for BF once he gets back. There’s blogs to catch up with… There’s a ton of things, all of which I should be jumping at to do!
Therein lies the problem. There’s too much. I have so many thoughts and ideas and plans and things going through my head, I cannot get hold of single one of them. It’s an overflow of thoughts in my head at the moment.
Maybe I should bake some cupcakes.
May 18, 2008
It has been mere hours since my last post, a post where I confessed that I’m starting to rather like the hairy face and the slightly-too-long hair he has and now what I saw at the game??
A shaved, clean-cut, short-haired BF.
Is he doing that on purpose? Is he reading this blog??
May 17, 2008
I know, I know. I’ve promised a million times not to abandon you all like this without a word and yet here I did it again. A very old friend whom I’ve known practically my whole life came over for a visit almost two weeks ago on Tuesday. That was a blast! H and I are rather impossible when we get together, we’re first to admit that. No, strike that, we revel in it. So Wednesday kicked off with us dancing in our nightwear all over the flat, singing national anthems (we couldn’t remember how the US anthem goes after the first line, I know, terrible of me, I should know it! but I pulled blank. I did remember it later, though. But we had to look it up and found a whole bunch of anthems on YouTube.), watching the best bits of several Disney movies… All in all just having a laugh. It was so great to have her here.
Then on Friday she had to return to France and I flied over with her for the weekend. It was so great to see some old friends and hanging out in the old places. And get some spring/summer shopping done, of course!
Returning to Finland on Sunday, it was back to school work again with a couple of exams. And of course, the big games in hockey. And really, right now I’m not in a mood to talk about either topic.
Why? Because I’m having some big trouble at school regarding my graduation. I might have to postpone it. But I’ll think about it on Monday, I can’t really do anything about it over the weekend anyways.
Hockey? Finland lost to Russia 4-0 last night, and finds itself in the bronze game against Sweden. BF was so sad! And when he called I was asleep, and all “go away, I need to sleep” which was very Bad Girlfriend of me. I feel terrible about that.
Oh, speaking of BF! He’s doing the whole caveman “I hit you in head with my club and drag you to me cave by hair” -look again. Oddly enough, though, I’m actually warming up to the beard. What’s wrong with me?? Well, those moves are pretty much what’s needed if he wishes to get me to their summer place over the summer again. I hate nature and I only agree to go for the view. BF likes to chop wood. Topless. Can you blame me?
My Friend With Huge Boobs was supervising the exam I took yesterday (which included questions such as “explain the terms ‘game’ and ‘Nash equilibrium’, which was ridiculously easy, although I don’t think the latter had anything to do with Canada’s Rick Nash, favourite player of H. Although she only likes him because the first time she heard his name she accidentally heard “ass” as his last name and found that absolutely hilarious! Yeah, she’s weird. I love her. And I digress.) Anyways, My Friend With Huge Boobs was there, and when I arrived, almost late, she waved me over to the front, with a seat at the very front row almost in front of everyone else. “I saved you a special seat.” Gee, thanks dahlin’!
Anyways, it’s been an eventful break for me, yet there’s not much to tell. I know, weird, huh? I guess my mind is still in a funk over the loss yesterday. BF was so so disappointed. Poor thing.
