The object between my legs is a keyToday has been a day of change. I have had several revelations. First, In the morning I walked to uni and attended the first lecture of EU-law. It was ok. The teacher was happy. But after that I walked to my teachers office, Mr Rasulov. He said sit down. We had a very thorough discussion first about my essay, with which I have had trouble, then we discussed the prospects of working as a international lawyer. After I left the office my eyes were very open. I was given very clearly advice of how to achieve things. More important I have a future in front of me. A future that can be important, interesting or whatever. The fact that I actually have a future there before me was quite a revelation.
I agree my life had grown a bit hedonistic. By this I don't mean falling moral standards or excesses of pleasures. Mama, don't worry. I just felt so happy and confident in the rounds I was circling in. I had lost view of my future. The fact that someone engaged so thoroughly in my future made me realise I might give it a thought as well. So, I walked happy to the library and charged my printing account with five quid. I walked back to the law school and handed in my Labour law essay. I met Seyi on the doorstep and a new Finnish student from the same uni as me and a Dutch guy.
After handing in, I walked home. It was grey. I prepared a delicious lunch with fried potatoes and frankfurters. Then I scribbled down my first ideas to the essay. 700 words in 30 minutes. The talk was really of help to crush my block. After writing it was close to 6.
I walked to The St Andrews building. There the Cut arranged a lecture in No budget film making. It was a lot of tech-talk, but it was really useful. It was so much excellent in a nutshell about camerawork, lighting and sound recording. I know now so much more. From there we walked to Bar Bola and ordered a Coke. But before that and after the lecture I met a lad from Afghanistan. It was the first person I ever met from Afghanistan. We had a super interesting discussion. He studied media. He had been working in Afghanistan in a NGO, setting up local radios. He evaluated the people and checked that the authority liked the reporters. Then it was set up. I asked him about the war and he asked me about minorities in Finland. According to him the Taleban rule was the worst. He had written a script for a film. This script won an award in Kabul and he got money for doing it. Then we joined the bigger group in Bar Bola and we talked about old peoples homes, carbon footprints and films.
We broke up and walked towards uni. On the way we found a heap of furniture thrown out because of an eviction. I found I nice poster of a Pablo Picasso work. I carried it to QM. There I met the English Literature Society. I just spent a couple of minutes and bought a ticket for the Burns Ball for Fernando. Then I picked up my poster(it´s glued to a big board) and walked towards Sara's flat but couldn't remember which door was hers so I walked home. At home I ate hamburgers, home made of course. That was today. A day of change. Also I was dead after yesterdays football.
On Sunday I woke up late around 11:30. You might wonder why I always write when I wake up. Well, it's an obsession. If I wake up late I feel bad and if I wake up early I feel good. Lately, I have been waking up late cause this house is not quite before 12. I had planned to study the day. I thought I would have to subjects on Monday, but actually I had only one. Fernando asked if we should go and play football. Everyone except Andrea went playing. After warming up some more people came and we played for quite some time. Finns, Spaniards, French, Spanish and Chinese. You name it. It was a good game. After the game we walked home ordered a shower queue. I was first. Then I studied, ate my dinner. Noodles with peppers and pineapple. It was good. Then I studied and finished the night by watching Life of Brian. It was shit.
On Saturday I read the day at the library. I read an interesting article about the republican presidential candidates. After a nice dinner I walked with everyone to Mathieu's flat. There I met the usual people except Fabien. At 11 I walked to Kelvingrove art gallery to meet up with Mikko. I showed him the way and introduced him to some people. At 1 the police arrived at the flat. I peeped at them and run away scared from the door. They were there because of some French Sarkozy had pissed on the neighbours balcony. Otherwise it was civilised. We walked home and went to sleep.
On Friday I sold tickets at the stall from 12-1. Then I studied for a while at law workshop. I walked home and continued my studies. My distress caused by the challenging essay was growing. Then, around 11, I went to Cheesy pop. The girls and Conrad, we were waiting, because they were late. We entered the Isle in for a half pint. Then they came or they had actually to wait for us. At cheesy pop it was ok, but not extremely good. I returned with Blandine and Conrad around two. I said: We should look for a place where girls see our exceptional features and understands our greatness. So, we will search for new places from now on.
On Thursday I studied the day. I visited Primary around 10. I walked there with Samuel and we took some photos on the way. At primary I chatted with the usual ones. I walked home with a nice Austrian/Hungarian girl and Samuel and some Germans. We walked through the Park in the darkness. We met one person completely drunk and two bikers.
On Wednesday evening I went to the don't eat the Mic to listen to poetry. It was short this time. After the reading I saw Florencio. He was there with a feminist Spaniard, a Spaniard working for Scottish power and a Northern Irish lad. He though Glasgow has the same problem as Belfast. The religious division. I haven't encountered any.
I agree my life had grown a bit hedonistic. By this I don't mean falling moral standards or excesses of pleasures. Mama, don't worry. I just felt so happy and confident in the rounds I was circling in. I had lost view of my future. The fact that someone engaged so thoroughly in my future made me realise I might give it a thought as well. So, I walked happy to the library and charged my printing account with five quid. I walked back to the law school and handed in my Labour law essay. I met Seyi on the doorstep and a new Finnish student from the same uni as me and a Dutch guy.
After handing in, I walked home. It was grey. I prepared a delicious lunch with fried potatoes and frankfurters. Then I scribbled down my first ideas to the essay. 700 words in 30 minutes. The talk was really of help to crush my block. After writing it was close to 6.
I walked to The St Andrews building. There the Cut arranged a lecture in No budget film making. It was a lot of tech-talk, but it was really useful. It was so much excellent in a nutshell about camerawork, lighting and sound recording. I know now so much more. From there we walked to Bar Bola and ordered a Coke. But before that and after the lecture I met a lad from Afghanistan. It was the first person I ever met from Afghanistan. We had a super interesting discussion. He studied media. He had been working in Afghanistan in a NGO, setting up local radios. He evaluated the people and checked that the authority liked the reporters. Then it was set up. I asked him about the war and he asked me about minorities in Finland. According to him the Taleban rule was the worst. He had written a script for a film. This script won an award in Kabul and he got money for doing it. Then we joined the bigger group in Bar Bola and we talked about old peoples homes, carbon footprints and films.
We broke up and walked towards uni. On the way we found a heap of furniture thrown out because of an eviction. I found I nice poster of a Pablo Picasso work. I carried it to QM. There I met the English Literature Society. I just spent a couple of minutes and bought a ticket for the Burns Ball for Fernando. Then I picked up my poster(it´s glued to a big board) and walked towards Sara's flat but couldn't remember which door was hers so I walked home. At home I ate hamburgers, home made of course. That was today. A day of change. Also I was dead after yesterdays football.
On Sunday I woke up late around 11:30. You might wonder why I always write when I wake up. Well, it's an obsession. If I wake up late I feel bad and if I wake up early I feel good. Lately, I have been waking up late cause this house is not quite before 12. I had planned to study the day. I thought I would have to subjects on Monday, but actually I had only one. Fernando asked if we should go and play football. Everyone except Andrea went playing. After warming up some more people came and we played for quite some time. Finns, Spaniards, French, Spanish and Chinese. You name it. It was a good game. After the game we walked home ordered a shower queue. I was first. Then I studied, ate my dinner. Noodles with peppers and pineapple. It was good. Then I studied and finished the night by watching Life of Brian. It was shit.
On Saturday I read the day at the library. I read an interesting article about the republican presidential candidates. After a nice dinner I walked with everyone to Mathieu's flat. There I met the usual people except Fabien. At 11 I walked to Kelvingrove art gallery to meet up with Mikko. I showed him the way and introduced him to some people. At 1 the police arrived at the flat. I peeped at them and run away scared from the door. They were there because of some French Sarkozy had pissed on the neighbours balcony. Otherwise it was civilised. We walked home and went to sleep.
On Friday I sold tickets at the stall from 12-1. Then I studied for a while at law workshop. I walked home and continued my studies. My distress caused by the challenging essay was growing. Then, around 11, I went to Cheesy pop. The girls and Conrad, we were waiting, because they were late. We entered the Isle in for a half pint. Then they came or they had actually to wait for us. At cheesy pop it was ok, but not extremely good. I returned with Blandine and Conrad around two. I said: We should look for a place where girls see our exceptional features and understands our greatness. So, we will search for new places from now on.
On Thursday I studied the day. I visited Primary around 10. I walked there with Samuel and we took some photos on the way. At primary I chatted with the usual ones. I walked home with a nice Austrian/Hungarian girl and Samuel and some Germans. We walked through the Park in the darkness. We met one person completely drunk and two bikers.
On Wednesday evening I went to the don't eat the Mic to listen to poetry. It was short this time. After the reading I saw Florencio. He was there with a feminist Spaniard, a Spaniard working for Scottish power and a Northern Irish lad. He though Glasgow has the same problem as Belfast. The religious division. I haven't encountered any.
Me and Loik as razor blades of the dancefloor
Clara with cloth
Kitchen Dance Along
Kitchen Dance Along 2
Blade 4
MyRoom
Fabien and Citroen
Kallista(fin) = expensive
Sunday dinner 
France
Real life
Blandine
Blandine
Eleonora
The Author Himself
Shopping 
Refill for semester 2
Last preparations for yet another night of...
Lynne & Marco = Sant
In the GoatToday has been a day of change. I have had several revelations. First, In the morning I walked to uni and attended the first lecture of EU-law. It was ok. The teacher was happy. But after that I walked to my teachers office, Mr Rasulov. He said sit down. We had a very thorough discussion first about my essay, with which I have had trouble, then we discussed the prospects of working as a international lawyer. After I left the office my eyes were very open. I was given very clearly advice of how to achieve things. More important I have a future in front of me. A future that can be important, interesting or whatever. The fact that I actually have a future there before me was quite a revelation.
I agree my life had grown a bit hedonistic. By this I don't mean falling moral standards or excesses of pleasures. Mama, don't worry. I just felt so happy and confident in the rounds I was circling in. I had lost view of my future. The fact that someone engaged so thoroughly in my future made me realise I might give it a thought as well. So, I walked happy to the library and charged my printing account with five quid. I walked back to the law school and handed in my Labour law essay. I met Seyi on the doorstep and a new Finnish student from the same uni as me and a Dutch guy.
After handing in, I walked home. It was grey. I prepared a delicious lunch with fried potatoes and frankfurters. Then I scribbled down my first ideas to the essay. 700 words in 30 minutes. The talk was really of help to crush my block. After writing it was close to 6.
I walked to The St Andrews building. There the Cut arranged a lecture in No budget film making. It was a lot of tech-talk, but it was really useful. It was so much excellent in a nutshell about camerawork, lighting and sound recording. I know now so much more. From there we walked to Bar Bola and ordered a Coke. But before that and after the lecture I met a lad from Afghanistan. It was the first person I ever met from Afghanistan. We had a super interesting discussion. He studied media. He had been working in Afghanistan in a NGO, setting up local radios. He evaluated the people and checked that the authority liked the reporters. Then it was set up. I asked him about the war and he asked me about minorities in Finland. According to him the Taleban rule was the worst. He had written a script for a film. This script won an award in Kabul and he got money for doing it. Then we joined the bigger group in Bar Bola and we talked about old peoples homes, carbon footprints and films.
We broke up and walked towards uni. On the way we found a heap of furniture thrown out because of an eviction. I found I nice poster of a Pablo Picasso work. I carried it to QM. There I met the English Literature Society. I just spent a couple of minutes and bought a ticket for the Burns Ball for Fernando. Then I picked up my poster(it´s glued to a big board) and walked towards Sara's flat but couldn't remember which door was hers so I walked home. At home I ate hamburgers, home made of course. That was today. A day of change. Also I was dead after yesterdays football.
On Sunday I woke up late around 11:30. You might wonder why I always write when I wake up. Well, it's an obsession. If I wake up late I feel bad and if I wake up early I feel good. Lately, I have been waking up late cause this house is not quite before 12. I had planned to study the day. I thought I would have to subjects on Monday, but actually I had only one. Fernando asked if we should go and play football. Everyone except Andrea went playing. After warming up some more people came and we played for quite some time. Finns, Spaniards, French, Spanish and Chinese. You name it. It was a good game. After the game we walked home ordered a shower queue. I was first. Then I studied, ate my dinner. Noodles with peppers and pineapple. It was good. Then I studied and finished the night by watching Life of Brian. It was shit.
On Saturday I read the day at the library. I read an interesting article about the republican presidential candidates. After a nice dinner I walked with everyone to Mathieu's flat. There I met the usual people except Fabien. At 11 I walked to Kelvingrove art gallery to meet up with Mikko. I showed him the way and introduced him to some people. At 1 the police arrived at the flat. I peeped at them and run away scared from the door. They were there because of some French Sarkozy had pissed on the neighbours balcony. Otherwise it was civilised. We walked home and went to sleep.
On Friday I sold tickets at the stall from 12-1. Then I studied for a while at law workshop. I walked home and continued my studies. My distress caused by the challenging essay was growing. Then, around 11, I went to Cheesy pop. The girls and Conrad, we were waiting, because they were late. We entered the Isle in for a half pint. Then they came or they had actually to wait for us. At cheesy pop it was ok, but not extremely good. I returned with Blandine and Conrad around two. I said: We should look for a place where girls see our exceptional features and understands our greatness. So, we will search for new places from now on.
On Thursday I studied the day. I visited Primary around 10. I walked there with Samuel and we took some photos on the way. At primary I chatted with the usual ones. I walked home with a nice Austrian/Hungarian girl and Samuel and some Germans. We walked through the Park in the darkness. We met one person completely drunk and two bikers.
On Wednesday evening I went to the don't eat the Mic to listen to poetry. It was short this time. After the reading I saw Florencio. He was there with a feminist Spaniard, a Spaniard working for Scottish power and a Northern Irish lad. He though Glasgow has the same problem as Belfast. The religious division. I haven't encountered any.
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