Halloween playlist to share.

And, of course, here're classics!

Pumpkins scream.

As Flickr has some troubles, I will share some pictures here! A boring Halloween, actually! No parties, no costumes, no candies (why, by the way? I just haven't thought about them, it seems so), no time for movies! Well, Jack-the-lantern and Halloween songs are here!
                                

                                      

Get ready for the Halloween songs!

A lovely day it was - with nice talks, long walks and hot mocha coffee. Back to studies tomorrow - and I am a bit annoyed, not by this fact, but because I have a 3-hour-gap between two lectures and I have no clue what am I supposed to do - to go home or just wander around? Hmmmmm.

Bulgakov's house is athmosperic and cosy and the black cat called Behemoth (guess why!) that lives there is huge and lazy - as always. I love this place. I love his novels and stories. I love Bulgakov.

plans and so on.

My little rest is going to its end. I have some lovely plans for tomorrow - going to the Bulgakov's House with a friend of mine, then getting back home and carving a pumpkin lantern. And maybe to reatch something of T.B.'s things? Anyway, Monday is a first day of the 2-d module. Weird enough but I feel like I am ready.

It's still a pity I don't go anywhere for a Halloween party. Moreover, the 31st itself is a studying day and I'm busy firm 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. Yikes! Couldn't resist buying a mini-hat, though.

Funny. When I can't hang out due to having no time people take this personally - but I am just honest. Isn't it a tiny bit childish? I understand them, it sounds like an excuse, but what if this is true? These people were never really busy, probably.

Now it's me who sounds childish!

I went to the cinema to watch "Puss in boots" today and liked it - the cartoon was lovely (in spite of some below-the-belt jokes) and very relaxing. The Puss is just adorable. Those eyes!

But apparently I'm not going to the Tim Burton Movie Night - it's quite sad. But not too sad. I can make a T.B. movie night mysekf, can't I? ;D  

Every time is a right time for David Bowie.

Maybe I'm still on my own wave after the exam but this made me laugh so hard!

A wonderfully lazy day filled with books, music and movies. Well, not actually movies - I think I watched some TV shows/series - what I don't usually do, but whatever, who cares. I had a serious intention to go out for some shopping (when did I do this for the last time?) but when I, fully dressed and with a make-up on, came to the door... I just understood that I was too lazy to go outside and wanted to stay in. Done!

Anyway, no more lazy days for me - I need to add some action.   

green tea, late morning.

Having nothing to do seems weird. I've absolutely forgotten what it's like to have spare time and 4 days even seem to feel like holidays.

Now I'm trying to supress an urge to make a German homework - it CAN wait. Have I also forgotten how to relax? Relax.

I think I am ready to remember. Let the fun begin. 


Or it's more like "let the laziness begin" in my case right now.

...I got a 10 somehow. I'm still so astonished by that, I haven't really expected the highest mark for the exam, and just asked:
Huh? Seriously? 

I think I can be proud of myself but I still don't know the module mark and it's not gonna be higher than 8.

But damn, I have four days of rest now! Oh la la <3


P.S. Started reading Lermontov's "The Duchess Ligovskaya". Oh, I wish he didn't leave the novel unfinished! 

Just got my average mark for the Philosphy course - for this moment, not counting the exam. It's much worse than I expected, damn all the blietz tests! I need to improve it tomorrow, or, sorry, I MUST. 

Exams in progress.

Well, records, not exams. The only exam of this study week is tomorrow and I feel more and more anxious. So, at this moment I have 9 for English and 9 for Academic Writing (on the 10-scale) which doesn't seem any bad, but failing Philosophy tomorrow might well spoil the situation. Gott, what a nonscence, I won't fail, but I don't want to have an average result.

Haven't I mentioned the ranking system of my Uni? It gets on my nerves. But I must admit it's pretty motivating.    

the trouble is me.

I see such chaotic dreams at night, it's gonna make me nuts soon. I see Plato, okay, understandable, but my own conscience? No matter whose face it had, it was my consience, telling me I was a darn looser and that I wasn't doing enough to complete an uncompleted thing of this summer.

The trouble is that this voice doesn't shut up when I wake up. I am fighting, but is it what I am supposed to do now? Shouldn't I just enjoy the moment and work hard? Ok - fighting equals working hard in my case, but I am too conscious and paranoid now. 

Plato was one of the first hipsters, apparently. So obsessed with triangles.

webcam boredom.

My head is going to explode! I need a break. And I'm having a break, actually - I'll be back to croping Plato in a couple of hours... or sooner. Hopefully.
I have the most difficult questions for the exam left. Meh.

If I had no headache this would be easier, I don't know what the hell happens! I haven't really suffered from  headaches this week, maybe except of Friday but I blamed it on my nerves. I have to make a trip to pharamcy I guess or just have another cup of coffee. 

I'm a nerd.

The colloquium was fine, mI shouldn't have worried, and now the study week is to begim. It feels somewhat relaxing, I know,I have an exam, but it's only a one! Still have to be prepared the best I'm able to be, though. The Academic Writind recorg is nothing serious, just a discussion of our final (for this module) essays - I've written it, but haven't sent yet, I still have to throw out 200 signs and I have no idea what the hell to mark out. What for the English record, I feel pretty confident.

We are probably the only students in Russia who think about the study week as a kind of rest (not totally but in some way - no lectures, no seminares, we can focus once for a while). we have a couple of free days then which is a kind of a rare thing too - but out tutors are speaking like we're going away for a 2-months-holiday or something and we have loads of homework! cheers!


well. I'm still worried about the exam, in case you think opposite!

mediocre.

Funny and annoying, quite a lot of the people I know or have ever known still think that I study Journalism (and I didn't even apply for a place on a journalistic faculty!), I'm used to it, but yesterday I had such a conversation with my primary-school-classmates:

- I thought you are going to be in a Literature University!
- Oh, no, thanks! But uhm, well, I study philology. it's not that far.

I guess some of them are still not quite sure what exactly I study. And there was another question, one of the first I got:

- Do you still write books?

I used to write a lot as kid, I used to write a lot in my teens, but I haven't written that much now, for some reason. I feel uninspired.

- I don't have any time.

I was ashamed to day about my writer's block.


But I want to write again SO BADLY. I want to bleed, puke (no forbidden words for a philologist! [c]), inhale, exhale lines, rhymes, plots, everything, just as I used to!

But I feel so empty. And mediocre.

I've met my very first classmates today and my primary school teacher. We had a great time and lots of fun remembering funny childhood moments.

But tomorrow is the colloquium  Imentioned and now I am nervous, I can't help - I know I am well-prepared but the fact I went somewhere except of nerding seems wrong. Well, I guess THIS shoud be concerned wrong not the fact that I had a couple of hours of  fun, finally! 

I'm listen quietly to David Bowie and trying to prepare for the Philosophy colloquium.


I will see my first teacher tomorrow, hopefully.

I feel very much like ST rewatching again.

I can't describe it, something feels wrong, I am probably too concious.

If I manage to have a nice Halloween celebration this year, this will be amazing. Fingers crossed!  And I finally found an orange pumpkin.

Note to self: buy lace tights and a mini-top-hat.


Nemi loves Halloween either!

I wonder why my groupmates write me to ask questiones about a lingustics essay. No, it's flattering, but still - why me? I'm not really keen on it. Weird.

And I feel so nerdy! But there's no other way as the study week is terribly close. Apparently I have two records (English and Academic Writing) and an exam (Philosophy).

The thought about an exam freaks me out, I have three books to read which wouldn't be a problem if I had more time for this.

Nietzsche said that philoligist is a "teacher of slow reading" but right now it's more like uberfast reading! But I am a philologist in progress, not a real one.

Everytime I think I can't be any more busy and tired it turns that I was mistaken.

loneliness is the key to break that spell (c)

i have this little melancholic lonliness attacks again. without an actual reason.
the thing that saves me now is, paradoxally, having no time for all the thoughts of this kind.

The Cave

Another one.

The Cave: An Adaptation of Plato's Allegory in Clay

I needed this for studying but this is really interesting. Watch.

I got a 9 for my literature record work! I feel somewhat proud, once in a while. The highest mark is 10 but, eh, this is a kind of a mythological thing - nobody ever gets it. Well, except for languages - but language classes are different, being closer to school lessons.

Time is flying way to fast. I don't think I can get it. Honestly, I just can't.

Trick or treat?

I have no idea how, where and with whom to spend the Halloween. If I am able to spend it like a year ago, just chilling, watching Sweeney Todd over for the 1000th time and eating brownies this alone will be good. The problem is that I'm not sure if this gonna work. October, 31d is Monday. Hell.

Well, actually, Halloween of 2009 is the best this far.

October chronicles.

Oh, I love this thing!

http://www.urbandictionary.com/

sunday notes.

I've been only posting late in the evening recently! Okay, so, the recent news - I suppose I haven't written much about everyday things for a while.

• I finished my literature "project"- well, a record work, actually - sent it to the professor and now I feel somewhat nervous. But it's passable, hopefully. The problem is that I want it to be outstanding and I'm not sure if I've done enough.
• It's October 9th - 13 days til the study week. Getting creeps!

• I want to bake a pie, wish me luck as I'm not the best cooker.
• I want a new camera.
• October is in it's splendor.

• Ah, and Grandma made Mom pass me a generous deal of viburnum berries. I have no idea what to do with it, I have never really understood these things! They are too bitter to eat! I know, know, these berries has a lot of health benefits and I need some support for my health now, but, ew, how is it possible to even swallow them? Still love Grandma, of course.

I definetly needed this break. It's been a while since I went somewhere with my friends or one of them.

It's great to have someone you feel somfortable with.

Airplane.

I can't remember the last time when a song made my cry.

shadows under my eyes are getting worse.
i must fix it with a dose of good sleep or just buy a better concealer.

I love it how people automatically think that you don't eat anything just because you're skinny.


Annoying, actually.

book-note to self.

the next must read author: Virginia Woolf. I've just read her biography. Interesting.

Stay hungry, stay foolish.

This is like a strong push forward.

Don't waste your time leaving someone else's life.

I felt out of sorts but then a mug of cocoa saved me.

the Master and Margarita.

watching a discussion about my favourite novel ever on the TV.
i feel like tomorrow is gonna be a day of Bulgakov's quotations.

Look at the lovely illustration I found. i wish I knew the author.

Sleep tight, Steve Jobs.

it'll pass.

everything goes by, passes by.
i am frozen. i don't move. don't see any progress. anything moves but i don't see the movement.

i am tired and desperate.


i don't even feel myself living.

Timaeus & Critias by Plato

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


A little bit complicated to read even in good translation. But worth reading anyway.



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no make up, awkward pose.

Studies are good for the brain, but not so good for the face.

tired lazybones.

I thought I would never face geometry as a subject again. But now I read Plato.

new love.

Being narcissistic - I love my music taste!

What's wrong with all the stores? I need sich simple things as a black fedora and fingerless leather gloves and I can't find them anywhere.

Not even saying a word about snake-shaped rings.

Monet's absolutely lovely paintings of Amsterdam.

breath in breath out breath in breath out

THIS IS FREAKIN' PANIC!!! I have so much to do this week, but I don't have time, LITERALLY, I just do not, neither I have energy.

Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic.

I have about ten minutes for a little rest (to eat a fig and drink some cherry tea after the late lunch).

Happy Monday to you!

I was complaining about being lazy and tired and not wanting to do my literature project but then I started and got really hooked. Now I have to restrict myself to prevent overdoing.

I feel like back in the agen of twelve. Maybe this is because of Pottermore... maybe because of the bruises all over my knees.

I listen to Hannah Fury, read Mr Bradbury and drink peppermint tea. Last saturday hours. Oops. It's over midnight. Already Sunday. Pity.

I find this somewhat funny.

I've just remembered my Mom calling me Peter-the-Great. Because when we came to the Education Fair last year I rushed to the dutchies and when she found me I had already been talking to the Dutch man from Avans University.   

Mom thinks I have a hervous exhaustion but the problem is, hem, that i feel like it's a constant state of mine. This needs to be fixed but I don't really the the ways to do t.