Friday, party time

Yesterday I was at a party with my school mates (I managed to get to Sweden). I was the first to arrive - that's what you get if you dislike being late - and I do, so no real reason to complain, and still I think it's uncool to arrive first. I better start liking being late or ignore the fact that I am not cool.

When everyone had arrived we had a nice picnick on the lawn in backyard. A class mate had prepared a pie that made me loose my control: I ate at least half of it. It was utterly delicious. After eating we did some Sing Star karaoke and then went to a party at school. Then suddenly I became old and tired and decided it was time to go to sleep. The next day I was separately grateful for that decision.

Amnesia

Very early this morning I went to the airport just to find out that my flight is tomorrow.

Walker

Here's something on the internet my little boy apprecietes. We just peeled an orange.

I might have bragged that I am taking part in 10 km's run for women. I am a woman, so that part of it is nothing particular. But, when I signed up for the run in Janury I had a vision in my mind about how I'll be jogging regularly, the whole spring, few times per week and will be in a good condition in May when the run is taking place. I haven't jogged and the run is tomorrow. I am doomed. Fortunately there is a start for walkers too.

Party Season

Thanks to the thesis panic I will miss a wedding party in Holland. I was very eager to go there and was also looking forward to see my friends from Japan (both the couple and guests). After few days of planning I realized that I was on a thesis denial, if I'd gone to the party, my thesis would have suffered and that would have been a bad choice: finishing the studies is the top-priority mission in my life at the moment. So, I had to make this choice. I hope you guys have a fantastic party next weekend in Holland!!!

This is a busy party season. Quite a many of my friends and family celebrate their birthdays this week. I wish you all happy birthday: the higher the number of years it is, the wilder the party should be! Cheers!