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: