Wow. Time flies faster than pigs with wings. My poor blog even had its one-year birthday, and it went by entirely unnoticed! I was thinking, like so many times before, that maybe it should be time to start blogging on a more or less regular basis again. Because I am obscenely obsessed with bookkeeping (or record-keeping in this case, I guess), if for no other reason.
Why the sudden switch of language? Well, because I felt like it, mostly. Or maybe because I'm back on track with the physics courses, and spend most of my days listening to lectures and reading books in english. I kinda start thinking in english after a while.
I have lots of things I want to write about, really. Both silly and potentially relevant things. That list? It's been half a year, and I haven't finished a bloody month's worth of writing. Screw the list! I hereby proclaim it a failed project, since it didn't even fulfill its purpose. If the remaining points were interesting I'm sure I will adress them eventually, anyway.
Right now, I'm coughing and sneezing and fever-hallucinating my way through a lab period. It's hard work, but damn it feels good to be studying for real again. I've caught up with all the Math Courses From Hell, and if all goes well I'll have a bachelor's degree in astrophysics in less than a year. And then I'll keep studying what I love most for who knows how many years to come. Is it a respectable goal in life — to never have to leave the university? But then again, respectableness has never been a word I'd care to associate myself with. I'd much rather have fun.
Now: stumble into bed with a pot of tea and a box of kleenex. Tomorrow: more blogging? Maybe!