It's Finland's 90th Birthday today, happy birthday, baby. Max made me an independence compilation of things and made me a silly, giggly, excited girl.
I must admit, however, that I am not crazy about liqueur fills, but since it's from Finland, I think I can learn to deal.We also had a Polish lesson today. We suddenly realised that it is actually plausible to spend 3 hours doing near nothing by calling it learning and engaging in communicative activities (we watched a Polish romantic comedy, which was, as a film, just magnificent). 8 ECTS -credits, here we come.
Max was in a playful enough mood when we went to school - an hour too early, mind.
I also wondered about good pictures of me and Dave. There are a few, but not recently. Should that be a sign? We are going to live together next year, scary as fuck. I don't really know what I'm doing, but some people tell me not to think about it because that way I won't be able to worry about it either. I'm not entirely sure whether it's quite as simple as that, but for the time being that's good enough.
Oh and we are going to Budapest tonight, on the night train with two German people. I am anticipating an earth-rocking experience (or at least not a total waste of time, like the majority of the stuff I've been doing with my life).
Happy birthday, Finland, you've raised me well.
