"Get your little ass back to the penitentiary, motherfucker. You know what you did last time you was here."

“Les jours passent et la vie suit son cours

La politique reste la même que tu vote contre ou pour”

The message I want to convey by quoting Mc Solaar is that it’s not intellectually stimulating to write entries about standard schooldays and other things mundane. In order to avoid feeling guilty, though, here’s a little something to read until I do something actually worth reporting.

Supôtsuman desu kara!

What the fuck is wrong with me. Last week I went to work out at the gym thrice, went jogging for about 8kms twice at 6:30 in the morning, played ultimate and basketball whenever the opportunity arose and attended the sports festival on Saturday. Not to mention the n+1 times I cycled to Hirakata station and back. Clearly, I’m losing it. I want to go back to Azeroth.

The Christmas in September

I haven’t had any kind of culture shock here until now. This is not something I say to comfort myself, it’s the truth. Quite on the contrary, I’m already getting depressed about having to go back home next year, study all those goddamn accounting courses from scratch with people 3 years younger than me and write my bachelor’s thesis about a topic I don’t care about. I haven’t been specifically missing anything from Finland except a Tiskiharja (“Dishbrush”, something foreign barbarians have never heard of, written with a capital letter because of its holy nature), but when I saw a message in my CIE mailbox stating that I had received a package, it definitely made my day. I biked home whistling joyfully trying not to disturb the neighbors too much and opened the treasure chest that contained some Finnish greatness. See for yourself:

Kyl mää täl pärjän puol vuat. Kiitoksi vaan kauhia pal!

-Antti

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