Sounding Day...

The sixth consecutive study day since the beginning of the week. In full preparation for the overload after return from St. Petersburg. Why the hell am I going to St. Petersburg anyway? Oh yeah, for the history and the beauty and the glory. Was planning on doing a study of the city planning of St. Petersburg, maybe I should still do that anyway.

Started the morning with much ado about nothing, loaded my bag with Hemingway's tragedies and Morals of Imperial China, scribbled hopefully meaningful monologue on scratch book and headed to the place I longed to be away from, the well known Alekandriaan, computer center for Helsinki University Students. Well, aside from the fact that it's so comfortable I spend half the day trying not to fall asleep and the other half hanging on the net doing nothing, it could be considered quite an academic location.

Mission: Imperial Chinese Law Essay, American Lit. Research Reading

Marching against the wind, I arrived downtown around 2 for a nice coffee with Rachel to start the day. Don't ask me why I am starting the day at 2 in the afternoon, we're exchange students, staying awake in the morning really doesn't sound entirely normal anymore. That, and I was exercising, running, all night in my dreams. No excuses.

Rachel, always fashionably late (no offense, I really do find it fashionable), reached me under the Stockmann clock after I have briefly reviewed C.S. Lewis' Naria Cronicle in Suomenlinna Kirjakulpa (?) and found the book with a bit of a confusing start and a bit of a predictable middle. Of course, my attention ran quite quickly back into the Sci-Fi section (there was this saying that sci-fi fans never mix with fantasy fans... just like Star War fans never mix with Star Trek fans...). Douglas Adams, what a nice author that is, ridiculous but still with a sense of humor. Sadly dead for several years now, but still, his books are as refreshing as ever. I encountered Rachel after reluctantly dropping the book and we went to Cafe Engel for coffee. Organic Coffee is great there. The result of the coffe break was that I managed not to fall asleep for most of the coming hours and deep into the night. Good for studying, I guess. Ran through Zara with her afterwards, didn't see anything quite attractive. Same stuffs as last year, it seems. Ran into Rod and Peter again on my way back to the library and started a conversation on chocolates. Apparently chocolates are on sale at Stockmann, 1.5 kilo for something like 3,5 euro. There are people grabbing kilos after kilos. It is well known that Finns consumes something like 3 kilos of chocolate per year on average. There's an year's supply under 10 euro.

Hit the library at 6 in the evening.

Mission completion 0%
Coffee consumption 2.5 cups
Chocolate consumption 3 pieces (Thumb size)
Shopping 0

Alekanderiaan is nice and cool as always. I opened the computer and for some unknown reason ended up fixing this blog. (Not forgetting the fact that I actually already have two other blogs somewhere else...) Well, this is public space, just for the hell of it. Spent the following three hours reading something that I could have finished reading within 30 minutes. Left around 9pm in an attempt to find food before dying from starvation or drinking with an empty stomach (it's Saturday, of course we are going to be drinking). Landed myself in Subway at Hakaniemi 20 minutes later and walked out with a Turkey Sandwich at approximately 9:30pm. At around 9:35pm I found myself at Sörnääninen with Rod, Marcela and Miguel walking around eating my sandwich in hopes of finding Flavien. From this point on it was a wonder of walking deeper and deeper into an unknow area of Helsinki until we errupted into a sizable red brick house filled with already drunk and partying Finns. Time: 10:15pm. Known fact: Finns start drinking when they wake up, are drunk before 10pm, stays drunk until 6am and will still manage to outsmart you at midnight and drink you under the table around 2am. Basic statistics settled, let's wonder about the party. Original plan was to see a joggling deal, which ended up being a joggling party and finally landed to be a faculty party with some joggling people in it. For 6 euro and a person who does not drink, who does not have party clothes, who is carrying her backpack of Hemingway and Chinese morality, my logics decided against entering the bar and so I ended up walking Rod back (without the leashes, of course). By approximately 11pm we were again back at the metro station (what is it with people always doubting my sense of direction when I always manage to take people right back where we came from?) but neither of us managed to get on the metro until 11:30pm because of certain arguments about Bridget Jones.

Arrival time at home: 00:00
Mission completion: 20 %

Great... and now what am I doing again?