… the days go by.
I think about this blog now and then, I really do. But I’m almost exhausted before I even get around to taking any pictures. I have this idea that no one will read my blog if it doesn’t have pictures. Because I don’t often read blogs if there aren’t pictures, unless I kind of know them personally (as much as you really know anyone from their Ravelry profile), or if they’re really funny. Like the Yarn Harlot or Crazy Aunt Purl. Unfortunately, my life is hardly as interesting as theirs. Anything I have to say about anything is mundane; every day life stuff that’s probably not of any interest to anyone but me (and even that’s pushing it).
School’s still tiring. We had the first “final deadline frenzy” week, with the due date last Friday. I postponed one paper after having a mental breakdown (in front of a teacher, who I’m guessing really didn’t need another crying student in his office, poor man). I handed in two others, one group, one pair, and I wonder if I completely missed the point with the second one. I’m afraid to go over it in case I realise I didn’t answer the essay questions at all, but rather went off on a tanget of my own. That happens a lot. That’s why I’m not a good storyteller.
I get my statistics exam results back on Wednesday. I have no clue how it went. I didn’t leave with a bad feeling, but I didn’t leave with a good one either. It wasn’t a very pleasant exam; just a lot of frenzied, scrambling mess of papers and results and explanations, and two cases of wasted time because I fail at reading through the questions before answering them (it’s my curse, it really is. It’s like applying medicinal lotion daily, only to look closely at the label: “Apply 1-2 times a week”, not “Apply 1-2 times a day”, which would explain why you’re not feeling better*).
I had a brilliant night out Friday night with my group mates to celebrate our half-day of freedom. We curled each other’s hair, did our nails, tried on various clothing before deciding the first thing we tried on was much better, did our hair again, did our makeup, talked about boys and sex and relationships and Spice Girls (I was always Posh Spice – who were you?), and then we went dancing until my feet ached and my dress could be wrung out. It was grand. And on the way home, we dreamed about all the things we’d do now we had time to enjoy life – like starting on the reading load for our Master’s thesis, because, you know, it’s about time I hand in something to my superviser, and if I’m to interview youths I need to find samples, and it’s only a few months until Christmas and we really should know something by then. Oh, and don’t forget about that 500 word assignment for Monday!
To save my sanity, I joined a local knitting group. I had hoped to start one for students, but since that failed miserably (before I even started, really) I decided to join the existing one in Tilburg. It’s lots of fun. I’ve only been once, but I like the people there. They speak Dutch, I speak English, and a Swedish woman I met (who is THE coolz) speaks both Dutch, English and Swedish, so we have a merry time trying to understand one another. But it’s amazing how far knitting and popular TV will get you. I moaned about writing down the wrong instructions for the Mary Jane sweater I’m knitting (apropros failing at reading instructions) and a 70 year old Dutch woman looked at me and said, “That sucks”. Simple as that.
These are Mark’s socks. He’s absolutely tickled I’m making him socks, which tickles me. It’s nice to be appreciated. He’s coming home with me for Christmas, which is both exciting and a little scary. I didn’t even have to ask – he offered himself. I hope he won’t get freaked out by our “strange” traditions (do people in other countries walk around the Christmas tree singing psalms before opening the presents on the evening of the 24th?) and the crazy fun that is my family during the holidays. But I suppose if he likes it, he’s a keeper, eh?
* This is just an example. I’m not currently administering any lotions except moisturizer; it’s getting windy out. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell you this, only that I’m generally more careful with reading medicinal labels than statistics exam questions.
I will keep my fingers crossed for the marks you will be receiving soon! Good to read our local S’nB helped you relax, it was good to see you there as well (though short, as I was late and on the other side of that long table). Maybe I will bring my Danish knitting book next time, so you can feel more at home still ;-)
(See: your blog is read even without pics !)
And your post did have a picture after all! I hope your results are good. I’ve got my fingers crossed for you.
And the answer to ‘do people in other countries walk around the Christmas tree singing psalms before opening the presents on the evening of the 24th?’ in Britain would be No. But then I don’t know anyone who lives in Britain who has a house big enough to put a Christmas tree in it and still have space to walk all the way around it. And the only psalm I could sing would be The Lord’s My Shepherd which doesn’t really set a festive mood.
i do love reading your updates, even if there are no pictures. don’t worry, just write if you want.
and good lucko n all your exams/ papers/ presentations/ schoolwork. and knitting. that’s the important stuff. :)