Mää-ä

Oh yeah, reminded by Longhaired Roomies blogpost, I realized I entirely forgot to tell you about a rather terrible happening that got a happy ending eventually. One of the students from our year fell seven meters from a tree on his head six weeks ago. He was really badly injured and might have died, but suddenly a couple of days ago he was back at school. And y'know, aside from crutches and a plastered leg, and a bulge on the side of his head (due to a piece of skull that had to be removed, and accumulated liquid), he was his old self. He had been extremely lucky, because the chance of developing some kind of life-long defect from his injury is close to 100%, and with all the tests this far they hadn't found anything strange. 

So now he'll pretty much start coming to uni again, he'll get some extended time for all the assessments and the essay deadline. Quite a champion, I'd say. But as he stated, he's probably used up all of his luck, so he better not have any more accidents, or he might be in trouble. Also, he might get an interesting new family heirloom to pass along, that is the removed piece of his skull. Skull bone won't reattrach, so they'll patch it up with something else. In any case that if something is a crazy tale to tell the grandchildren.

Never got a call today, and no one answered in the other end. Assuming it's the same thing again, bad luck. Frustrating.

Tomorrow I'll try to bake macarons and then we'll eat LAMB CHOPS!

Schemers and plotters

I never got a phone call on monday, and couldn't contact them either, but yesterday I recieved an email sorting everything out, so now I'm waiting for a new call tomorrow.

The mead is really nice, and it's especially delicious when drank with these:

Been busy with essay writing and assessments, but on the other hands it gives me sudden inspiration to do things like clean the entire bottom floor thoroughly, kitchen and everything. This happened last Saturday. After doing it I took a nap, so I didn't really get much writing done, but I made up for that through writing a lot on Sunday.

On friday I'm not allowed to get up from bed until Roomie and Longhaired Roomie give me permission. They have probably cooked up some kind of evil scheme for my birthday. Im thinking about trying to escape through the window and or distract them with a dummy or something.

Dreaming

Always when I'm not writing my head is full of ideas of what tu put in a post. Now, of course it's completely empty. Let's see. . .

Aha! Dreams, I had a funny dream many nights ago, (and have had other strange dreams since then, but here's the top three from lately (in freshness order, least fresh to freshest):

I dreamed that I won £100 000, through a ridiculously easy contest. I had to turn the handle of some kind of device as fast as I could so that bubbles would come out. Well, well before the set time limit was broken I already broke the record, thus landing the jackpot of £100 000. I was a little dissapointed when I woke up.

In another dream I dreamed, among other things, that I was drinking something from a cup. Then I started fealing pressure between my teeth, like raspberry seeds stuck between them, but worse. I took a toothpick and started digging, and it wasn't raspberry seeds, but shards of porcelain, which was completely logical in the dream, since I drank from a porcelain cup. It was a bit unpleasant too.

And in the freshest dream I went to court (as a spectator), and I was first in the queue of "normal people", but the Pope was allowed to enter before me, because "he stands above law" or something like that. That was the explanation given in the dream anyway.

Now I'll stop terrorizing you about my dreams, and move on to more tangible subjects. A couple of days ago I got an email from a potential employer in Finland and they would have wanted me on an interview today. Since I didn't hear anything from them after sending an email asking if they could interview me by phone, I called them today, and I'll have a telephone interview next monday. Wish me luck! However it goes, it feels good to get invited to do an interview.

Tomorrow we'll have Finnish Friend over and eat some indian food. Yoghurt marinated chicken, raita-sauce and naan breads. Mmmmmmm.

Brewery

Today's weather was very English until just a little while ago, when the sun showed itself for the first time today. Rain seasoned with the occasional hailstorm. Perfect weather to stay inside, especially if one has aquired the mandatory travel cold (fell ill a day before flying, still a little snively. All four of us were actually slightly ill on Travel Day, go figure. . .) but there was a mandatory meeting at school. Also, I had to get a funnel in order to bottle the mead we made yesterday:

Finnish mead is not what mead is like in most other countries. It's pretty much a special kind of home made very slightly alcoholic lemonade. We didn't use fresh yeast, so the amount we used is just a guess, so maybe this year's mead will be much more fun to drink than previous years'. . . 

This is actually my first try. Maybe one morning the fridge will have exploded. Also, I've no idea about the amount of raisins per bottle, the recipe just stated a few, so I put around 6-7 raisins per bottle, if this amount is way off please tell me now, before it's way too late.

Lo

Phew, been really busy cleaning windows, sweeping snow, eating, loitering and reading. Seriously, my brother gave me The Help as a Christmas present, I thought I'd have me something to read both on my way here and back, but lo and behold I read it already. It was one of them quick and engulfing books. Darn it, brother! Now where am I to find something else to read on the return flight, huh? Huh? Well think about that next time you thinking about buying good books! Preposterous. :P

There's so much food over here, I feel I'm eating all the time, not that I'm complaining. It's not that we were starving back in England, but it still makes a great difference not having to worry about the cost, so thank you, parents and refrigerators.

Tomorrow I get to clean some more windows.