Oh the sunnyness and how it shines upon us all. Sadly for others, most are in the gym writing their wretched exams until their brains explode, where I wake up to the chirping of birds, and progress to slowly roll out of bed, head to the bathroom to brush my teeths, and then get dressed to take my tour stuff over to the office.

What a wonderfully beautiful day, and what do I do? I spend it inside studying or taking a nap, because I can’t be bothered to walk into town to get a baguette. I really am craving one, but my lazyness (and the fact that dinner is in 20mins) prevails.

Other than that, two assignments done today and handed in. Sadly since I heave no motivation to do anything, I didn’t edit my French one, but the history one was looked over about 10 times in the last 2 weeks, since it was a resubmission that the wench (who shall not be named due to possibilities of jinxing) gave me a poor grade on it, despite saying “You have very good writing style, but it could be better” and progresses to change words in my writing from ‘augmented’ to ‘increased’ or ‘circulated’ to ‘became widespread’. Honestly now, they are all synnonyms and have the same meaning; so what makes a difference if I put one or the other?


Anyways, it’s Monday night, that means no T.V. shows are on and I will be bored and will be driven to study by the many people that are stressing around my dorm! They just stress me out, and dudes, I can’t deal with that. I like to do exam stuff very calmly and not stress about them, because in 10 years will I be stressed about an exam I failed? Well maybe, but I’m hoping not, and besides; I won’t be failing the exam so it’s all pish-posh!

Oh and for the record, I just about had a freak attack today at cafeteria when I found out my Greek friend Ioni got tickets for ESC! I made an evil face at her then progressed to obsess over all the songs that I like for this year, her not knowing what to say because she’s been too busy ‘studying.’ So I obsess? But how could I not? Something about ESC makes me all jumpy and giggly, especially after watching Melodifestivalen Finalen about 10 times in the last week; by the way I love the voice of Pekka Heino! Randomness, I think so, interest level, very high!

So should I be remembering or caring about things that happend in 2001/2002? My gut instinct says no, but apparently things go otherwise. People say that having a good memory is a gift; but for me, it’s always been a curse that makes things a million times worse.

So what suppurred the, lay in bed, crying, all upset, fall alseep for a nap and never wanting to get up mood? I just had a memory about someone that I was in love with a few years ago.

So I tell the story, abbreviated and with names hidden, and events generalized.
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So my part time job as a student is to give tours to people who want to come to this university. I like it but it doesn’t pay well. So today I gave the weirdest tour I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot.

I arrive, and the people are waiting outside the door so I let them into the meeting room. To be honest, I expecting really odd people because of the programmes that they are in, but I introduced myself to the parents first, then there were a bunch of tours so I tired to guess who was who, and failed miserably. The first guy’s hand that I shook I said: “You’re Thomas?” And he goes “Uhh, no I’m Matt, I’m with Thomas’ family” so I appologize and meet Thomas who stares at me and holds my hand a little longer than comfortable and goes to sit down.

I introduced myself as a student and what I’m involved in, and asked them if they had any questions to start out, and some of the parents did so, and then we got started. So the tour went on, and as I told them about what was going on around campus they just became more and more touchy with me, which really weirded me out since I don’t like people touching me often.

So after I talk about the computer labs and stuff they ask about random stuff, and then got onto telling me their life stories, and about how Thomas and Matt had been boyfriends for 5 years. I didn’t really know what to say to that, since well.. I wasn’t expecting, it so I just nodded and kept talking about random stuff, but to be honest Matt didn’t strike me as someone who’d be Thomas’ boyfriend, because he just seems really normal I guess, where Thomas is very clearly flamboyant; they are like opposites.
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So what’s with this weather we are having? Apparently springtime is just going to the dirt becasue one day it’s +15°C out, and then the next it’s -5°C and snowing slushy stuff! Weather here has never really been like this, but perhaps because we are close to the water, we get weirdness. But still, last year during this time it was either rainy or sunny and hot out, because we were studying for exams in the sun outside because it was so beautiful.

I made the horrible decision to wear shorts to cafeteria today, becasue it was fairly mild. Little did I realize, or remember, is that during the day the wind picks up, and it gets quite chilly; therefore the walk back to my dorm was quite cold and consisted of me shivering, with a girl from Bahamas, who was wrapped up in so many scarfs, you’d think she was in the Artic. Funny how that works!

I need to get a monitor to open up the storage room downstairs so I can get my boxes, as I need to start packing to take the 2’000km trek back to Toronto for the summer. I want to bring all of my stuff home, since I will be going to France next year for the schooltime, and I won’t have anywhere here to put anything. I have no idea how I will fit everything, because I have a lot of random stuff that, I just have no idea what to do with!

So I had a random memory today of the one and only time that I went to the U.S.A. In 2004, for a band trip we went to Ohio and did a music festival there, so we were at the amusement park for the day and I was in line with a few friends for the large roller coaster.

All of a sudden I feel a poke on my lower back. Now I am not used to people touching me, because I hate being touched, so when I got poked it was quite a surprise. So I turned around and there was this very short, blonde haired boy who was smiling and looking really perky at me. I give hiim a weird look, and he says in a very high-pitched voice “Hi” and just to be polite I say “Hi” back, and then turn around. Few moments later I feel the poke again and do a little jump and turn around with a questionable look. He asks “How are you” and I reply “I’m fine” and then he goes on to say in his high pitched voice “What’s your name?” Now I’m in a random place, and since I didn’t want to use my real name I said “John” hoping that it would suffice. Suddenly I hear a shreak and he goes “OH MY GOD, My name is John too!!!” and then he jumps around like a little animal, and asks “How do you spell yours?” And I make a little grumble noise and said “J-O-J-N” and hold back from laughing (all the while I’m thinking, wow what are the chances eh?). And then he says “[Joejen]” and the girl next to me, Michelle, says “No no, Jojn… It’s French”

Now this sent him off onto a little flurry of “Oh my God’s” and then he says “Wow, you’re Canadian!?! Canadians are sooooooooooo freaking hot” Now how the heck am I supposed to take a comment like that from a 12 year old kid who has the name “Big Johnny” written on his back who was apparently from Kentucky?! So I just sorta nod, and he goes on to grab my arm (which freaks me out) and says “Wow, you’ve got amazingly hot eyes, can I see them closer?” Okay, so now I’m creeped out because a 12 year old kid named “Big Johnny” is hitting on me and asking me to get closer, so naturally I step away and turn around and thankfully the line starts to move again and he’s too far away to talk. Michelle, Stephanie, and I all laughed to ourselves and continued our conversation until we get off the ride and John is standing at the exit smiling all by himself.

So I thoughht ‘Where are his parents, or school that he’s supposed to be with?’ but apparently it didn’t matter because he smiled and tried to grab me a couple times before we ran away and lost him. Every-now-and-then he found us and followed us from afar, basically stalking me. So when we got really creeped out, I ran into the bathroom, and apprently it’s a place that he wouldn’t go (Thank goodness) and we lost him for the rest of the day.

Moral of the story? American kids are creepy, and never use a fake name that you try to make sound foreign, because it backfired and I had a creepy 12 year old overly-flamboyant-American boy from Kentucky follow me around for 6 hours. *shudders* Hopefully it will never happen again.

Again, this is just me remembering funny moments in the past today during dîner… and boy was this one funny. I don’t think I will ever forget, but at the same time I’m so afraid to go back to U.S.A. and he be there and he remembers and calls me Jojn and follows me around again!

*shudders and hides in fear of Americans*