I like to have fun when I'm studying ...

... My mum has just bought me some new colouring pens and there's a 5-year-old inside me ... ;)

a pile of useles teenager-like grumbling about school :)

I don't even know why exactly am I writing this right now. I guess I just have to share :)
I'm a bit angry with myself because of my school work. I knew this year would be difficult so I was a good girl and passed 2/7 obligatory exams in winter term, another 2 before the summer exam term started so I could fully concentrate on the hardest top three now and also pass all of them until July and then have holidays until October. Yeah right. Unfortunately my laziness won. I've been studying, reading, studying, studying and studying 24/7 for the last 14 days - that Slovene literature exam sucked all the life out of me. And when I have (luckily & happilly) passed it I was so happy about it and so sick of studying I just couldn't do it any more so I postponed one of my exams to September exam term. Not a smart move ... I already know that now, I think I will be 100% sure about it in September when everyone else will do absolutely nothing and I will have to study Slovene syntax :) Yuck. Tomorrow I'm going back to Maribor to get my notes for another exam I have on July 7th. It's the English verb exam, maybe my tenses would get better after that one :) School just sux during exam terms!

However ... few weeks ago (when I have just started my annual pre-exams depression) there was an event for university graduates at our faculty. I was so jealous. I still have another 2 years of lectures, classes and seminars do, a thousand exams to pass and write a diploma paper. Actually I'm a double myjor student so I'll have to write two of them! Oh my god ... when will I ever have time and energy to do all that? :)

the progress

I found an interesting thought in my old blog post (oct 07): "Yesterday I found an interesting website. It's called facebook and it is quite useful for finding old and new friends ... " Oh my god! It's just like someone said "I saw something interesting today. It's called a car." :)

P.S.: I'm sorry for neglecting my blog, not commenting any others' , not commenting back, not reading others' posts ...... But my exams are killing me. See you again in the middle of July. :)

The great ball

Today I ran into an interesting thought I will try to translate as well as I can. I was reading a book that was describing a ball in a small town in 1880. Although I can still consider myself as very young I still accepted this one with nostalgic feelings. :)

He was extremely absent-minded, just like a 20 year old lad on the morning after a beautiful, amusing ball, where he had the chance to dance and court to a ceartain young lady. May they do whatever they want, young people on the day after the ball are restless and absent-minded. In the afternoon you can see and meet every one of them in the streets, where their girls live, although they don't have any business to do there. Such a lad walks timidly and if you're a friend of his, he'll avoid you if he could, or else he'll blush, having a premonition that you know his intentions.

Oh, where are the years of our youth! :)) Just kidding. But reading this I remembered a habit from primary school. When the hormones started to mess with our heads we often molested the student on duty to get other students' timetables for that day. Mostly cute boys, of course. ;) Then we followed them around, giggling. :)

Although I suffer preparing for this exam on Slovene romantic realistic literature, swinging between tears, fear and sometimes even a bit of optimism, there are still interesting things in those books, written two centuries ago. :)

Poetry class

I'm not some kind of poet or anything like that. From time to time I put some verses together, just for fun (the badminton song, for example, because me & my boyfriend just bought new badminton rackets :)) )
Well, last year we had to do that at school and our pieces got marked. These are some of my poetry class homework, written in October and November '07. They have already been posted on my other blog so certain some of you know them already. :)

Here's the haiku I had to write for a grade:

A sleeping beauty -
Covered with warm, soft blankets
on sunday morning.

And this is another one. We were given a poem, but not the whole one. Our professor erased some verses and we had to fill the them in. Underlined things were put together by me:

Inversely proportioned

I came to you at sunrise
with loads of secret thoughts and dreams,
sparkling in my gay hands
you smiled and made my dreams come true.

I came to you at midday
with lots of passionate desires,
flaming in my ardent arms
you turned and wondered what to say.

I came to you at sunset
with some innocent requests,
Trembling on my uncertain lips
you laughed and didn't care at all.

I came to you at midnight
with angry voice and loud demand
clenched in my bitter fists
you didn't care, just walked your way
and took my fairy tale away.

These two examples aren't some quality pieces of work, but I really enjoyed that class. It was fun, getting to know the basic theory of poetry through such creative activities. :)

(un)predictable

The weather in Slovenia is moody lately and it gets me in several weird situations.
Today I remembered October '07, my first few weeks at uni, in some new town, among some new unknown people. I was confused for a while and once in the middle of November something not very pleasant happened to me. Just like every Sunday I packed my things and left for Maribor, but the first thing after getting there was calling my dad: "Is there any chance you're coming here anytime soon? I forgot all my long sleeve shirts at home, piled them up but forgot to put them into my suitcase." It was November. My dad wasn't coming anytime soon so I survived the whole week with the same jumper. And I learned my lesson!

Or maybe not ... Few days ago, on Sunday I called my schoolmate who was already in Maribor and asked her how the weather was there. She said it was hot. Hot like summer hot, 35°C hot. Ok great. I packed my stuff and left home and now, 2 days later, I sit here, freezing, because the temperatures suddenly dropped from 35°C to 18°C, it is rainy and windy. And I have no jacket and no sweater, only T-shirts. Lucky me.
Fortunately I have to study A LOT (fortunately, ha ha) so I'm at home most of the time and even when I have to go to school, that's only two minutes away.

Maybe I'll learn my lesson this time?
Be ready for anything! Just like McGyver. :P

How I want my funeral

Creepy, I know.
And a bit early for these thoughts too, since I'm only 21, but here's the thing:

A while ago I went to some funeral. It practically stretched from Tuesday to Friday, including several little "events" and finally a big ceremony with loads of people and a repast after the ceremony with loads of food. I just felt there was too much going on.

And that was when I started wondering... Do I want to say goodbye like this? A big ceremonial funeral with people I didn't even know? Probably no ...
All I know is that I want a little, yet respectful thing without being a load to my family. I don't want money spent on luxurous coffins, boring ceremony, loads of food for the repast or the "top of the month" spot in the graveyard. :) I don't want people to spend money on funeral flower wreaths. I don't want them to worry what to wear. They don't even have to come, I know funerals are annoying. No choir, no priest, no nothing. I'm a simple person so make it simple.

What matters is how people will remember me, not my funeral. And if they'll keep me in good memories I don't need anything else. :)