Ramble and shit
I’m writing an essay. At 82 words right now. Including the title. I have until midnight. That’s around 5 hours. And there has to be 800-1000 words. I intend to blog AND write the-shit-I-will-proudly-call-my-final-essay at the same time.
Everything is obsolete and miserable. I couldn’t give 2 shits about anything, but a happy alas! – I continue to be in love. And his love is the greatest joy that has ever come to me. Therefore your tormented and ever so humble narrator is unable to let go entirely and be consumed by the rambling shitfuck one calls circumstance. I’ll lean on you through loveforliffe and do this shit.
98 words. I thought I should describe the thing I’m doing. I’m making an essay about questionnaires. Since the person conducting the lectures was a self-admiring idiot I hope he gets that my choice of this broad subject is meant to mock him. He’s going to have to read 800 words about what is a questionnaire. Like that was the only thought provoked in his shitty classroom. Well, back to it.
186 words. I’ll show you my favorite source. Yea, I know what you’re thinking. Because:
- I love and admire Bear Grylls.
- And I find no shame in recycling Wikipedia articles into scientific essays to get the final mark and finish this shit.
So yea, I have to agree, I am a survivor. Shameless and unstoppable.
366 words. I went downstairs to get some milk and rhubarb cake my mom made and I realized my essay is in Estonian. But I would really like for my foreign readers to understand it since I doing this post in English and thus teasing you guys a bit. I thought of a cure. Google Translate – paste – cut – paste. You wouldn’t lose a thing. Neither would I.
Oh, speaking of the delicious rhubarb cake… I’m home. As home as one can be. The fresh cut grass and the far away sound of my father’s lawn mower, the playful kittens, the super yummy food, the funny YouTube videos being all witty and obscene in the other room with my brother’s laughter interrupting them. I’m in my happy tranquil place. I’m as peaceful as I can get with this ton of shit on my back I have to craft into positive exam results.
Getting more cake and milk. Then back to the sturdy shit wagon some call Microsoft Word.
407 words. It is always a bit of a bad sign when you’re only half way through and you think it’s the right time to prepare the e-mail you have to write to send the essay. It feels like it’s just too soon.
415 words. It is unbelievable how little I want to do this.
424 words. Exactly 3 hours left. I’d like to have sex and/or sleep at this point.
I guess I have to continue writing then :(
575 words. This is also a good source. I just translate this shit and ramble on about it in quite logical paragraphs.
Did you know every huntsman has to give the state 10 euros a year now? Just for being a hunter. They still pay for the specific licenses when they want to shoot something etc guns stuff.
I think I’d like to kill something. In general. But I know I’d have a hard time killing an animal.
696 words. Hunger creeps up on me. I have an hour and a half left for at least 1o4 words. As I don’t intend to write more than 111 words more I do declare I shall eat. Probably soup. Since we have some.
818 words. I’m done. 44 minutes before the deadline. Hot as hell in here.
On to the next one.
MuPo, Ühiskaart ja nendega seostuv räämlus
Rohelise kaardi ajad on lähedal. Peab ennast igal käigul õigustama hakkama.
Eile rääkis mulle bussis keegi noormees, kuidas MuPo pärast kohtusse läks ja ei pidanudki lõpuks trahvi maksma. Kuigi sõitis puuetega inimeste 80-sendise piletiga.
Ma rääkisin talle sellest punase jopega tädist, kes ükskord ammusel talongide a’al trammilt maha tõsteti. Ta, vaadake, lõi talongi läbi, kui nägi aknast MuPo pedekaid. Aga mingi kullisilmne blond MuPokõõm pistis kisama, et nägi küll, mis toimus, ja tema teeb nüüd trahvi. Punase jopega naisterahvas tõmbas nii alandlikuks ja vabandavaks ära, et see persekeeramine, mis ta peal korda saadeti, tundus täiesti okei ja õiglane. Ta võttis selle vastu. Aga. Oleks see proua küsinud tuimalt, et kas see pole mitte läbilöödud talong mu käes, poleks nad saanud tegelikult midagi teha. Kõik vastas seadusele.
Ei tohi nendel MuPo sitakottidel lasta enda peale kusta.
This is a song about innocence lost
Put her in a mansion on top of the hill,
Please don’t make her do the things against her will,
I found something special I don’t know why
Fotonäitus
Jälgin üht toredat blogi, mille omanikul on praegu fotonäitus
kuskil püsti. Käisin vaatamas. Aega mul ju nüüd on.
Seal oli kõik väga ilus. Nagu nii ilus, et mina ei suudaks näha tavaelus kohe kuiiiiiiiiiii ilus.
Kui ma kunagi Tartu linnas pärast 2. oppi kõndima õppisin, jalutasin sellest puukesest
mööda ja imetlesin. Kui hea kõik siis oli. Tartu on nii armastusväärne.
Kuidas mu kursus mu ego boostis :)
Tegime siin FT meetoditest esitlusi ja referaate. Laadisime need Moodle’isse ja pidime kõik üksteisele arvamuse kirjutama. Vehkisin viimase hetkeni arvamusi kirjutada. Siis tekkis huvi, et mis mulle kirjutati. Oii, ja nad tegid mu nii rõõmsaks. Tühja koha tunne läks minema kuhugi :)
Motor relearning program
Kuna materjali selle teema kohta tõesti vähe leidub, ei saa referaadi väikeses mahus autorit süüdistada. Antud ülevaade oli hea ja esitlusel juurde räägitud jutt samuti huvitav 
– GJ
Minule meeldis just, et referaat on lühike, sest üleliigne info puudub. Lisaks rääkis Ellu ettekande ajal palju juurde. – SK
Taaskord meeldis Ellu ettekanne, millele oli ta rohkem rõhku pannud kui referaadile (võib-olla ehk õigem ka – suuliselt ning ilmekalt parem meelde jätta). Meeldis meetod ja kuigi referaat oli pisikene, sai video ning esitluse koosluses MRP-st hea ettekujutuse. – EL
Referaat ei kannata küll mingit kriitikat. – JL
Sooja ja külma vee protseduurid
Video oli kergelt śokeeriv. :D
Tubli! – EL
Referaadi tekst on põhjalik. Mulle meeldis, et Ellu näitas seminaris ka raamatut ja saime seda sirvida…
Huvitav oli ka käia teraapia ruumis – GJ
Ei oskagi enamat tahta. Kõik, mis vaja, et saada ülevaade. Tahaks ise ka proovida :D – LK
Kupumassaaž
Huvitav! – EL
The Adventurous Pursuit of Happiness 