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Kristine needed a new eyebrow pencil, and so we ventured into our favourite Esthetique, at Paléet ("House of Beauty", they call it, hah). We haven't been there together since before Christmas, on our search for presents, and one of the attendants remembered us: "Oh, I remember you two! I did your make-up once, both of you." And she went on like we were old friends. My dentist recognizes me, my hair-stylist, and now an attendant at Esthetique. She's very sweet and gracious, but, good grief, she recognized us. I don't think I've encountered her since that time before Christmas. Perhaps a hint that I buy too much cosmetics?

And I think I need to buy myself a graduation present. Feeding the Guerlain obsession with their new "METEORITES Perles, Light-Diffusing Perfecting Primer" and a coral lip-gloss seems a very good idea. The primer is deliciously decadent, and gives the skin a wonderful glow. Not as decadent as the one with 24 carat gold specks, but who says I cannot have both?

I survived the English exam, I think. I wrote a horrendous interpretation of Tennyson's Ulysses, and forgot what his best friend's name was (allegedly referred to in the poem, as Achilles). There is at least one quote I forgot to reference *headdesk*
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Kristine needed a new eyebrow pencil, and so we ventured into our favourite Esthetique, at Paléet ("House of Beauty", they call it, hah). We haven't been there together since before Christmas, on our search for presents, and one of the attendants remembered us: "Oh, I remember you two! I did your make-up once, both of you." And she went on like we were old friends. My dentist recognizes me, my hair-stylist, and now an attendant at Esthetique. She's very sweet and gracious, but, good grief, she recognized us. I don't think I've encountered her since that time before Christmas. Perhaps a hint that I buy too much cosmetics?

And I think I need to buy myself a graduation present. Feeding the Guerlain obsession with their new "METEORITES Perles, Light-Diffusing Perfecting Primer" and a coral lip-gloss seems a very good idea. The primer is deliciously decadent, and gives the skin a wonderful glow. Not as decadent as the one with 24 carat gold specks, but who says I cannot have both?

I survived the English exam, I think. I wrote a horrendous interpretation of Tennyson's Ulysses, and forgot what his best friend's name was (allegedly referred to in the poem, as Achilles). There is at least one quote I forgot to reference *headdesk*
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I got my grade on the written English, 5. And I'm, naturally, devastated. I do not deserve that, not at all. Unless I take the exam again, or file a successful complaint, my hopes of getting into a respectable English university to study English just evaporated. What shall I do?

A complaint will most likely not be sustained, and I can't take the exam again if I plan on applying to Norwegian universities. I can't graduate with a 5 I'm not deserving of. (I know I sound terribly conceited, but English is the one thing I have a talent for, beyond reasonable doubt.) To quote myself earlier, we're not just screwed, we're FUBAR. - Us being Gina and me, she, too, got an undeserved 5 in English.

Why are artisans so disgusting? Does learning to handle a hammer or wrench encompass being deprived of all manners? Do they simply lack manners from birth, or is their behaviour a result of society's expectations? They whistle, they roll down car-windows, they comment, wave, grin; they do everything short of drooling. Why are they so bloody unrefined?

And I'm buying a Lolita Lempicka perfume, called, in fact, "Lolita Lempicka". You can all have a look at it here, the clickable link.
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I got my grade on the written English, 5. And I'm, naturally, devastated. I do not deserve that, not at all. Unless I take the exam again, or file a successful complaint, my hopes of getting into a respectable English university to study English just evaporated. What shall I do?

A complaint will most likely not be sustained, and I can't take the exam again if I plan on applying to Norwegian universities. I can't graduate with a 5 I'm not deserving of. (I know I sound terribly conceited, but English is the one thing I have a talent for, beyond reasonable doubt.) To quote myself earlier, we're not just screwed, we're FUBAR. - Us being Gina and me, she, too, got an undeserved 5 in English.

Why are artisans so disgusting? Does learning to handle a hammer or wrench encompass being deprived of all manners? Do they simply lack manners from birth, or is their behaviour a result of society's expectations? They whistle, they roll down car-windows, they comment, wave, grin; they do everything short of drooling. Why are they so bloody unrefined?

And I'm buying a Lolita Lempicka perfume, called, in fact, "Lolita Lempicka". You can all have a look at it here, the clickable link.
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There are writers, authors, and there are artists. There are those who write only to tell a story, prove a point or institute political havoc, and there are those that care not only for the story, the havoc or the point, but for the means by which it is told/intimated; the language. There are those that deem a day devoted to pondering the placement, addition or removal of a comma well spent, and there are those that publicly admit to grammatical ignorance.

"There is only one school of literature - that of talent." Vladimir Nabokov, the man with the unpronouncable name, and whose intellect I greatly admire.

* "A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says, at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds the explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves." **

**Sticklers really should get out more, and I could use a few more books by Truss.

PS. Footnotes really are wonderful fun. And should be used more frequently.



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On a different note, I've just found out how to say "'l'll attempt to..." in French. Amazing what a bit of reading does for the vocabulary, isn't it? "Je vais essayer de ..." Now all I have to write is half a page on La Suisse, find a picture or two, explain federalism very shortly, and make either a powerpoint or what is popularly called "overheads" or "foils". I'm not looking forward to it. French is never fun when it involves learning it by heart and speaking to the completely uninterested class, and equally incompetent teacher.

And I've a Psychology article to write, another one for Sociology, a PE test, an oral examination in Social-Studies, a History test and an oral English exam. The English exam could prove to be quite fun, all depending on the sensor.

Picked up Burgess' "A Dead Man in Deptford" again, and I'm becoming increasingly convinced he figured out how to "fuck books".
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There are writers, authors, and there are artists. There are those who write only to tell a story, prove a point or institute political havoc, and there are those that care not only for the story, the havoc or the point, but for the means by which it is told/intimated; the language. There are those that deem a day devoted to pondering the placement, addition or removal of a comma well spent, and there are those that publicly admit to grammatical ignorance.

"There is only one school of literature - that of talent." Vladimir Nabokov, the man with the unpronouncable name, and whose intellect I greatly admire.

* "A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says, at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds the explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves." **

**Sticklers really should get out more, and I could use a few more books by Truss.

PS. Footnotes really are wonderful fun. And should be used more frequently.



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On a different note, I've just found out how to say "'l'll attempt to..." in French. Amazing what a bit of reading does for the vocabulary, isn't it? "Je vais essayer de ..." Now all I have to write is half a page on La Suisse, find a picture or two, explain federalism very shortly, and make either a powerpoint or what is popularly called "overheads" or "foils". I'm not looking forward to it. French is never fun when it involves learning it by heart and speaking to the completely uninterested class, and equally incompetent teacher.

And I've a Psychology article to write, another one for Sociology, a PE test, an oral examination in Social-Studies, a History test and an oral English exam. The English exam could prove to be quite fun, all depending on the sensor.

Picked up Burgess' "A Dead Man in Deptford" again, and I'm becoming increasingly convinced he figured out how to "fuck books".
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I was mailed by the vise-Prinicpal yesterday, informing me that I'd have to deal with acquiring a reading-list for my English exam. To make a long story short, I'm writing a reading-list and getting a bit of final input from my teacher. I got her list from last years, and one from "Privatistkontoret" for something to go by form-wise.

So, my exam will revolve around the poems, short stories and novels I choose (in addition to Am. and Br. politics, and Shakespeare). I'm terrified.
nirinia: (Default)
I was mailed by the vise-Prinicpal yesterday, informing me that I'd have to deal with acquiring a reading-list for my English exam. To make a long story short, I'm writing a reading-list and getting a bit of final input from my teacher. I got her list from last years, and one from "Privatistkontoret" for something to go by form-wise.

So, my exam will revolve around the poems, short stories and novels I choose (in addition to Am. and Br. politics, and Shakespeare). I'm terrified.

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