Hmm. Just hmm. Work. Read 6 chapters of psychology so that I don’t need to bring the book that looks like a brick all the way to Finland. Travel. To Finland. Run four times. Stretch. Stretching is important. Walk the dog. Try not to get hit by crazy Spanish drivers. Go to the beach for an almuerzo on Thursday. Enjoy the rain. Buy one of these things that suck water. And a bottle of J&D for my almost 19-year-old brother.
Yay.
Last night I went for an amazing run: great music and the chilly breeze turned an easy run into 45 minutes of "run until you drop": it’s experiences like these that get you hooked! Today I walked the same route to get some nice morning exercise... and photos for you! 
List of relaxing things to do on a Sunday afternoon: napping, snacking, taking a walk, watching telly, translating Russian poems... Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and started translating one of my favourite poems. This one was written by Sergey Yesenin in 1923, and it describes the feeling of homesickness quite well.
The translation is mine, so you’ll have to excuse any odd not-so-English-sounding phrases I have managed to squeeze into the poem. If you want to read more of his poems (with English translations) you can visit this site!
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This street is familiar to me,
and so is this little house.
Above the window the blue straw wires
have toppled down.
During years of severe disasters,
years of violent, mad force,
I remembered my childhood in the village,
I remembered the blue colour of the countryside.
I did not seek fame, nor peace,
for I know the vanity of glory.
And now that I close my eyes,
I only see my childhood home.
I see the garden covered in blue speckles,
silently August lies down at the fence.
The hubbub and the twitter from the birds
are held in the lindens’ green palms.
I loved this wooden house,
in the logs the menacing might heated up,
Our stove, seemingly wild and strange,
howled in the rainy night.
A loud voice, a sonorous wail,
as if mourning someone dead, alive.
What did he see, that brick-red camel,
in the roaring rain?
Apparently he saw distant countries,
other dreams and blossoming times,
the golden sands of Afghanistan
and the translucent mists of Bukhara.
Oh, I too know these lands -
my journeys took me there more than once.
Now I would only like to return
closer to my native land.
But this gentle slumber has faded,
all has vanished into blue smoke.
Peace to you, fields of straw,
Peace to you, wooden house!
And the original looks like this:
Today is not a good day for blogging, because today is being a bad day in general. The only thing worth mentioning is my Great Discovery. You see, the following situation: girl + bad day + empty fridge requires quite a lot of imagination if complete disaster is to be avoided .
Thankfully the cupboards weren’t completely empty.
You just need crispbread, nutella and lots of blueberry jam to get back on track again.
Autumn is here and it’s time to fill the wardrobe with lovely things: clothes, bags, shoes, other accessories. Magazines are telling us how we should dress in order to be trendy, and the shop windows try to tempt us with fabulous outfits. Buy. Buy. Buy. Many of us like to be pretty, shopping is considered therapy, and planning our outfits before going out is almost as fun as actually going out. So we buy a little more. For some people, fashion is a way of expressing themselves. Others just participate in the race like headless chicken because they think that they should look like everyone else. Or because they would like to look like someone else. Originality is not a sin. And the ability to re-discover one’s own ´closet is a true skill. Think of all the clothes you already own, the things you’ve only worn once or twice. Because really, how much clothes does a human being actually need? Lately I have been realising something: shopping is not as much fun as it used to be, and at the end of the day: there’s little meaning in it. Instead of spending my money on stuff that I sort of like, I’d rather challenge my barely existing creative streak and start combining the clothes I already have. Then maybe on rare occasions I can treat myself to something that I really love.
The clothes are horrible, but I really adore Isla Fisher’s hair! The photo is borrowed.
An old classmate found me on facebook the other day, and she mentioned right away that I had changed a lot and that I looked happy (now, who would not change in ten years?).
But it made me think. And yes, I’m a very happy person, and that’s something I should never forget. I’m surrounded by great people, I’m doing something I enjoy a lot AND I have found some kind of inner peace. My mistakes and experiences have taught me well, so there is very little in this world that scares, meaning that I can spend all my energy on focusing on happiness and the future.
Right now I’m sooo excited because I just found the timetable for my Hungarian classes. The first semester we will be doing grammar and conversation, whereas in the second semester it’s time to focus on Text Analysis (wonderful, I can’t wait for that one to start) and Hungarian literature.
Now I still need to fix the registration for psychology, after which the paperwork should be done. More or less (still need to get books, usernames, etc.)
After work I’m also supposed to go for a little run, fingers crossed than I won’t boil to death out there.
One of the greatest things about autumn is that it’s SHOPPING time. Yes, I’m a girl, and hence I keep on collecting massive amounts of clothes that I only wear once. Or twice. Or nil times.
Anyhow: this year I want to keep it a) simple and b) cheap, so my knight in shining armour will probably be H&M.
There’s another fashionable lady in this house (probably the only one, at least in this flat). She’s visiting us again today, and as usual we have entertained ourselves by scaring the neighbours and taking naps. She’s now sleeping under the bed, and I’m sitting next to the fan in complete darkness. Today is one of those days when you feel like you’re in an oven, and you just want to keep all the light and hot air outside.
Now: work!
