Such a shame to have your birthday on the 23rd of December!

.... or that's what people tell me. But really, it's not that bad!
- People never forget my birthday, so
- I get just as many presents as everybody else
- I know there's 364 days from Christmas to my birthday, but I live with it

There's just one thing. I asked for edible presents this time, and having started eating everything at once I'm full to point of nausea. I don't think I'll feel like eating much tomorrow on Christmas Eve, and that's a shame because my mom has been cooking a very nice meal. So in a way, she pays the price for having me on the 23rd.

It's been a nice day, with over eating, having the girls over and playing table tennis, talking to family and friends, and making nice music at church. I can't ask for more.

Eureka!

Finally the bits and pieces of my reading to "teaching composition" are coming together in my head, and I'm lookin forward to start writing my paper on it tomorrow. I have to do 25 pages for the 2 of january. 25 pages in 21 days - shouldn't be a problem to me... but still, tomorrow is not a moment too soon to start!

I went tangoing for the first time in ages (like, three weeks or so) tonight, and I had a blast! Actually, I only had two sets of dances, but I managed to
1. be invited to dance with a stranger
2. meet a stranger who was a good dancer (same stranger)
3. meet friends who had noticed I was missing last weekend
4. see a fantastic show from our local tango heroes
5. dance with a tall guy
6. get a compliment for my dancing
7. had some nice eye contact

So all in all, I couldn't possibly have had more of an ego boost, had I stayed another two hours. So I left at 10.45, after two sets of dances and watching the show.

Got to sleep now, my boyfriend will be asking me to accompany him to breakfeast in about six hours and 25 minutes... yikes!

I just discovered a - to me - unknown instrument - the hang drum. Check it out, here with a bass clarinet. Browse through related videos to see nice, loong hang solos.

...and to think, in December!

For once, I was in bed by 10.30, and I looked forward to the eight hours of sleep I need. Then a mosquito flew down and bit me on my knuckle. Being pretty consumed with getting revenge I didn't get into bed before 45 mins later. I had to work the rests of the mosquito back out of the curtain after I slammed it into it...
Stupid mosquito.
Here are my fingers. Guess which one has been bitten.

By the way: there is some good news!

Highlights of the week both came on tuesday:

I went to see a fantastic concert with a Danish chamber choir (Mogens Dahl Kammerkor), of which I was not familiar until then. They were so good that we dared not shuffle about in our seats for the entire concert, as we would during any mediocre performance.

Also, I managed to say something smart in my "Teaching Composition" class, and the lecturer pointed my point out to everyone. It was great and unexpected!

Daily life... news = no news

I've had a wonderfull weekend: An old friend came over, and we hadn't seen eachother for a little too long, and it was great to meet up again. We had a nice tart (my first home made one) with tomatoes, and then we went out for a dance, which was great fun. We came back all sweaty and with wiggly legs.

Also, I was pleased to have my boyfriend at home (and not on camp with the boy scouts) this weekend. We spent most of sunday together. I nursed him when he was hungover, we took a nice walk, ate nice food, saw a group of people for a Christmas-dorm-decoration session, we cleaned my kitchen and kissed a lot. It was great! He makes me so happy.

Now I've got to go to the reading room. Unfortunately, the guy I usually go with on mondays had to work, so I've got to make it on my own, and as you can see, I'm still at home three hours after breakfeast. *sigh*

Last week we had a meeting in my hall, and I was nagging because people don't fulfill their cooking duties. Everyone has to cook twice a month, but when I remind them that they "have to" they get really annoyed, as they hate the feeling of compulsion. What they really like, though, is eating my food when I cook for them... *sigh*
I'm really annoyed that we cant make this food thing work.

At least I can go eat in my boyfriends hall - and we had pancakes there yesterday, yummi!

Here's a bit of drumming:

I promise to not share too many stories on this matter

... but I went out to see a show, and in the intermission I went to the ladies' to pee. And I didn't notice untill I was already peeing that the toilet was opposite a very tall window with no curtains. There I was, looking through the window into the building on the other side of the street, about 15 feet away. On top of that, the toilet was placed ridiculously far from the toilet paper, so I had to reach so far for it that I almost fell off... At least the building opposite me didn't seem to have any human life inside.
But who knows?
Some old pervert could've been watching from one of the windows!

Anyway, I'm gonna go quit my job as a substitute teacher, much to my regret, but there's no other way for me to write the paper I need to get started on in connection with my course on teaching composition.

I've been away for the weekend to visit my in laws and it was great fun. I have two brothers and a sister in law, so it's a big family compared to what I'm used to. I spent a great deal of the time tickling my boyfriends syblings and wrestling with them.

How about a four year hangover?

We just reelected the old government, and it's the bad guys!
*SIGH*
Now we're stuck with them for another four years!

At least the kids at school were allright today:

I can actually make 8th grade sit still! I just wrote some multiplication problems on the board, and it turned out that they couldn't multiply simple numbers! In 8th grade!
I think they realised that they need to know, and fast, and that that was why they actually shup up and did as they were told (pretty much).

Teaching P.E. in kindergarden (5&6year olds) went ok, apart from the fact that I still don't have the routine in comforting them, when they start crying (every five minutes)... I tried teaching them some judo, but they weren't very good at it. At least I got smarter at that age group.

The 9th graders were an absolute nightmare. Some of them didn't even make a name tag (within 45 mins). Brats. I hope I gained some respect by being grumpy *sigh*.

Hate being grumpy.

I should've seen my dad today, but he changed our dinner date to a lunch date, and I was at work at lunchtime.... I didn't even have time to call him and pass on the offer.

The 8th graders need a new math teacher, so I offered to take them. This is a big responsibility, as they have to take O-levels in the summer of 2009. The school will try to find someone who's actually educated to teach maths, but if they don't I might get it! I need to think two years ahead before I accept this position.... my man and I might be going away in spring 2009 as a part of his PhD, but that's still to be planned.