A bit tired.

I've been trying to write something in my blog for the past couple of days, but for some reason it hasn't worked. I don't know what's wrong. Now it seems to work, but we'll just see.

First of all, I am not happy. I got the 7th season of Gilmore Girls from my sister (which I am very grateful for), but it only has ten episodes. I was wondering about that before I started watching them, but then thought that it might just be a short season. Well, it wasn't. I am missing four episodes. And I don't have a TV here, so I can't watch them when they are on here. :( What can I do? I need to see the last four episodes. And why are there episodes of Nikke Knatterton on that disc?

Then I might just move on to what is going on in my life here. Well, classes have started. At first it looked like I wouldn't get any of the courses I wanted, but I actually did. Apparently a lot of people, after signing themselves into a course, take themselves out of the list. That is how I got in. I just kept a close eye on the lists through the internet, and finally I found a spot for myself in all of the courses. But Monday was an awful day. I ran around campus looking for the professors of the courses I wanted. And the campus here is BIG, at least much bigger than in Tampere. I was so tired by noon and almost went home even though I still had things to do, classes to go to. I am taking three courses, which in hours per week is quite little. I have only 13 hours a week. On Tuesday and Thursday I only have one hour of Spanish. And yes I am taking Spanish in English (a little getting used to by the way). The two other courses are linguistics courses: Languages of the World and Second Language Teaching (those kinds of courses I am used to studying in English so no biggy). I like Languages of the World the most. But even though I don't have many lectures, I have a lot to do. The amount of Spanish homework I get is murder. There is a lot to do for one course. I am taking almost the minimum. I am going to get 13 credits, we have to get 12.

Some of the teachers here are odd. They talk to the students like they were in seventh grade or something. My Language Teaching professor has warned us a couple of times that there might be some words we don't understand in the texts she gives us to read. When I read them I'm waiting for the hard words to come but they never do. The texts couldn't be more easy to read. And I don't speak English as my mother tongue like the rest of them!

Well, I have nice roommates. The first night I was here they invited to play a boardgame with them and their friends. The board game was called Apples to Apples. I was quite sure I would not know the rules to it and asked them to explain it to me. It turned out that I had played the game, but only by the name of Kuin Kaksi Marjaa (or whatever it is in Finnish). Their friends were super nice. I must say, I got lucky with my roommates (and their friends). The only thing is that they aren't that tidy. The kitchen here is not the kind of place I like to hang around in. I had to clean the bathroom because I just couldn't use it like it was. The door was all yellow (it was supposed to be white). It really looked like someone had peed (is that how you spell it?) on it. The roommate that I share the bathroom with said it had been like that when she arrived. How she had been able to use it all this time, I don't know. But my room is nice, even though it is quite white and a little empty. I'll at least have to buy something for the walls. The heater in my room keeps me up at night. It's this odd kind of thing that goes on when the temperature in the room goes under a certain point. And boy is it loud. Every time it goes on I wake up. And why don't I turn it off then, you ask. Well, if I did I would freeze. The houses here aren't built like the ones in Finland. They let all the cold air in and I don't have enough blankets to keep we warm.

And about my cell phone you ask. Well, I got my lovely new phone that I like very much. Then the day after a woman had called. Left a voice mail. And guess where this woman called from? The parole office. And I think it was even Eugene's parole office, which was kind of odd. She was looking for some guy, saying how serious that phone call was and that the guy should get in touch with her right away. Apparently he had done something he shouldn't have. I wondered about that but thought she had unknowingly just called the wrong number. A couple days pass and I get a phone call. This time I answer and it was some man. And what do you know, he is looking for the exact same guy that the woman from the parole office was. By this time I start thinking that maybe it is time for me to change my number. I do not want to get calls that are for some guy that has been in jail, and that will most likely go again (according to what the woman from the parole office said in her message). I get my new number (Dave was so nice as to call the phone company for me) and what do you know, a woman calls me looking for some other woman. By this time I was more than annoyed. But she hasn't called again, so I think I'll stick with this number. So that's the story of my phone.

That 's about all I'll write now. I am doing fine here. I just miss home a lot. And not knowing that many people, I am alone much of the time, which is not nice. My roommates all seem to have jobs and so are not here that much and my foreign friends are a bit busy with getting settled here. But we planned to meet tomorrow for drinks. I have a vocabulary test on Spanish tomorrow which I still have to study for (the second one this week and tomorrow is only Thursday), so must go. I'll write again some time. See ya.