The weather these last few days has been absolutely extraordinary. I have spent most of my time outside because it would be stupid not to enjoy it while it is here. Copenhagen is actually a gorgeous city during the summer, with plenty of green areas, lakes, trees, flowers and birds. Well. City pigeons. Flying rats. You can’t have it all.
I am happy to pronounce that as of two days ago, I am officially done with Math from now until forever. I will help my future kids with their Math homework until they hit third grade, and then their father can take over. I will in return help them with their essays, and teach them all about rock’n'roll history. I think that sounds like a fair way of delegating the work.
(I am half-watching a documentary about fertility problems, and it is FULL OF TESTICLES. I did not see this coming.
(PS: I learned that British professors in fertility sometimes refer to testicles as “testies”. That’s kinda cute.).
OH. Last night was the night of the annual Eurovision. I can’t remember the last time I have felt THIS mortified/embarrassed on behalf of my country. Expect a lengthy post with a lot of bullet points and capital letters on what I believe Denmark is (consistently) doing wrong. Like. Consistently. Always. Every year. Embarrassment galore. It needs to stop. I can’t even.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, my eyes are about to fall out of my head.
I have been sitting in front of the computer for the past seven hours, working on a synopsis that has to be turned in tomorrow that I should have started on a loooong time ago. I have said it before and I have said it again: I hate synopses. And excerpts.
I hate thesis statements and research questions and all of that bullshit. I hate it. I suck at it, and that is why I hate it. Or maybe I suck at it because I hate it. It’s almost like the chicken and the egg. Alright, this is getting too deep for me at 12:13 am on a school night. My brain won’t allow me to reflect very deeply on anything right now, so I will skip subtly on to something else.
I failed my Math-midterm. That’s right. I have never failed a midterm before in the history of my existence, and I have a feeling I should be more mortified than I am. I mean, I don’t like it, but I am not shaking and crying, either. I feel strangely apathetic, actually. That class is so ridiculous that it hurts too much to feel anything. I just expect the worst of myself now. It’s cynical, I know. However, I am not sure I want to fix it. I think I am happy with my cynicism for now, maybe. It’s a strategy.
I got 2 A’s and a B on my other midterms, and those are classes I care about. I think that is good enough for me.
Now I am going to grab my cup of Sleepy Time and go watch some bad TV in bed. ONE DAY LEFT. Please excuse any grammatical errors (I just wrote “exquse” instead of “excuse”), you can blame it on my square-y eyes.
You know, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I have (unexpectedly) been rocking this school business lately. Except for my math-midterm today, which I am pretty sure I tanked. Erhm, MOVING ON. Deal and repress, deal and repress.
I got two papers back that were both graded A. Not bad for somebody who suffered a writer’s block from hell just two months ago, am I right am I right am I right. Yup, Baby, I’m back in the game. I have also finally understood trigonometry, which is quite an accomplishment in my head. Trig (I just call it “Trig”, you know, we’re that close) is actually not that hard and is quite enjoyable when you get the hang of it. Only took me a bazillion years. Unfortunately my brain can only handle understanding ONE aspect of mathematics at a time, so I’m hoping my teacher will appreciate my newfound relationship with Trig, as that’s all he’ll be getting from me. Neatly drawn triangles and a couple of doodled elephants. And my signature, ‘course.
I walked home from school today, because the weather is absolutely glorious. If you could eat the weather, I would eat this one. Or at least just lick it. Walking home from my school is not the most exciting thing, as there is nothing fun to look at. You just walk and walk and walk, and despite of the walk being fairly short (we’re talking two and a half kilometers), it feels like you are just walking and walking and walking without actually getting anywhere. Do you know that feeling?
Anyway. Happy Monday, everybody! (Let’s pretend Mondays are something to celebrate). I will leave you with a few pictures of a Danish summer that I took last year, so you can see what I am so desperately looking forward to.
The city, booming with joy and color
Green, green, green
Green, the color of hope is overflowing
Wanderers walking in pure bewonder, life is about to begin.
And no, the title is in no way related to the content of this post, but I just had to throw that question in there somewhere because OH MY GOD that is so wrong. I am watching the re-runs and like, why would they ever go there? ‘Tis so wrong. For those without a clue, I’m talking about Ugly Betty.