Smart boyfriend casting peals for swine

I just spent two days away from everything with my beloved. It was great not to feel guilty about taking his precious time with my random flirting and babbling. He has really lightened up after handing in that thesis. It's like getting my boyfriend back. I had forgotten how cheerful he can be.

It's interesting chatting to that guy, cause he's both bright and has a strong opinion on many issues. Being myself pretty unaware of many political and philosophical subjects I can't help but learn a lot from him. I also become inspired. I want him to share his thoughts with the world, because they are smart thoughts. But he's perfectionistic, and wants them to make perfect sense and be put in exactly the right words before he shares them widely, e.g. in a paper or a magazine, as I have encouraged him to do.

It annoys me lightly that boyfriend wont share his thoughts with the world in the pace I want him to. But if he wont share, then I will. I wish I could explain in a few sentences what we talked about, but I'll have to introduce him first, then. This won't be as short as I hoped.

My perfectionist boyfriend is now an engineer in chemistry, and he specializes in catalysis. It's something like making two materials react with eachother using a third material (the catalyst). A good catalyst starts a fight and then get's out of the way, so to say.

The perfectionist's thesis then, was about how you can transform a by-product from the production of biodiesel into a product that can be poured right back into the biodiesel. In short, he's come up with an idea that makes the production of biodiesel even more green.

Ah, I'm already tired of making sense. I'll tell you the rest later.

I'm starting with the man in the mirror

I love my boyfriend.

After having sulked for some time after getting back my boyfriend told me to stop wining and get on with life.

I'm afraid he's right. A sign that I havn't yet done enough to get my life back on track is the facts that I

- have way too much time, and I'm not spending it properly

- choose to spend much of my time demanding my BF's undivided attention (and I think he's had enough of this, by now)

So time to get busy. I applied for a job today. It's only 6-8 hrs a week, but that will be fine to have on the side, once I start studying like mad after summer holidays.

I have to get back into playing and singing music as well. I used to do jazz jams, choir singing and conducting, take singing lessons and rehearse for these lessons. I've got to get back into it. I really miss music.

Sweet summer holidays, here I come

I just found out that the paper I was meant to write for the 30th of June was expected to be 25 pages, not 15. So change of plans, I'll write it next semester, meaning that this is the beginning of my summer holiday!

Horray!

I miss my friends from London, and I'm concerned that I'll forget my English. So I hope to skype with you guys!

Boyfriend is still incredibly busy, but he should be done within a week or so. I can't wait.

I still can't be bothered with judo, but I've started running a bit in the mornings.

... you guys wouldn't believe the amount of cake the serve here, at the dorm. I had three kinds of cake yesterday.

Da**it, clairvoyant grandma!

I've been a bit moody since I got back. The first few days I was so relieved to be back (and to be out of that crazy flat in Brixton) that I thought I felt like having a long, hard crying session over it. But that feeling has gone away, and I felt better.

But then, all of a sudden, I get an email from my grandmother saying (roughly):

"Bla bla bla bla,
bla bla blablabla.
Yadda yadda yadda bla?
Bla blaaa blaa yadda yadda...
But the reason I'm really writing is that I sense that you are not happy. I hope I am wrong.
Best regards,
Grandma."

I havent spoken to her for a week, or to my mother for a few days. My latest blog post in Danish was on politics, and as far as I can see, it doesn't reveal any mood swings at all. So how does grandma know something like that? I guess she just knows me very, very well. Even better than myself, this time.

It seems like my need to cry, long and hard has resurfaced after she has poked me right where it hurts. And here I thought I was doing better... thanks, grandma!

Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome!

Blog purpose: procrastination & to keep my English skills up to date

What should I be doing: studying

What am I: horny

What is boyfriend: too busy

Weather: hot & humid

Weather Lacks: a gentle breeze

Birds outside window: should stop squeaking/screaming (as they have been since 4 am). This is a residential area, not an Idols show.

Lunch: Starters - Ice Cream, Main Course - Pizza

Exercise: can't be arsed

How it is being back: Strange and at the same time a relief. My following blog posts will elaborate on this.