Cris

The new term has started. For me, this means six courses and two (bachelor) theses. Why two, you might ask? Well, I had originally intended to write those in the first term of the next year, but then the government maliciously intervened with a new law, which basically fines any and all students extending their majors with over a year. (To the tune of an annual 3k. I don't have 3k.) Which, I get it's recession, but it's a bit unfair to spring this on students who are already mid- or near-the-end of their bachelor's and don't even have the time to take any sort of measures against this. I am already extending one year (I swapped between majors, netting me a loss of one year) and had I known about this new law, I wouldn't have taken on an additional major on top of my Literature one.
Oh well. I will cope. I will just have to shoulder it and work hard.

Good news, though: five out of six courses are fun! Three are literature courses, one is on comics and one on translation. The not-fun/boring on is on sociolinguistics, and is basically a repeat of all my other linguistics classes. *yawn*
Also, there is a Cute Guy in two classes who takes the same train as I do!
Will have to start a conversation.
Maybe.
Maybe he'll start it first.
That would be better.

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80 kg! Boo-ya!
 

Book Read: Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner.
What's Written On My Hand Today: Dolf - Irving, Prayer
Current Music: IAMX

I have very inflammatory skin. It reacts badly to:

• lack of sleep;
• lack of sun;
• lack of happy;
• lack of fresh air;
• all food except for vegetables.

It started when I was 16, littering my forehead with red blotches and yellow needlepoints. It reached its pinnacle when I was eighteen, when it had drifted to my cheeks and my chin. Nowadays, after a mercifully brief stint on my neck, it has moved on to my shoulders, chest and upper back, though at a greatly reduced rate than they used to crop up. Sure, there's still the occasional outbreak on my face, but on the whole, it stays below the collar-line. With my new diet, it's almost all gone. Keyword: almost.
I sometimes wonder if it will just keep on spreading, drifting lower and lower until it will reach my hands and feet. (The feet, of course, at a significantly later moment in time.) I sincerely hope not, but sometimes, my mind runs away with me and I imagine shaking someone's hand as a man of thirty and then the boils on my fingertips will pop and...
As I said, it's not as bad as it once was. I will hold on to that.

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After handing in my second thesis proposal, I went to see Tangled. Loved it. Flynn was... well. Well. Let's just say I would've gone for the smolder.
Anyway. Mother Gothel was suitably scary, both from a child's point of view and an adult's point of view - emotional abuse much? Rapunzel herself was adorable - though I do have to wonder, if she spent her entire life in a tower, when did she learn how to swim?

What's Written On My Hand Today: 505/507