Superawesome boots that I bought on sale in Amsterdam:



I'm trying to do cpr on my pretty dead "educational career"...so I'm studying math again. It feels good! ^.^
Trigonometry is fun, trigonometry is fun, trigonometry is fun!



<3

PS

I'm back from Amsterdam with a suitcase full of hagelslag!

Turns out I won't be getting to take care of Pyret II after all. LIfe is so disappointing sometimes.

In other news I had a nightmare about Spock being evil.

I surprise myself with how much meaning I put into the transition into a new year. It´s apperently very important to me, I think it might be the most important festivity for me emotionally.
It´s not that I specificly admire the almanac system or something, but I guess it´s just a really good time to look back at life that has been and sum up some hopes and expectations for life that will be.

This year I found it hard to sleep a few nights before New Years and lay awake crying hysterically instead. My poor bedmate asked me what was wrong and I told him I really hate my job and don´t want to go back. This is a fact that I allready knew, but it´s something about this time of year that made me feel it so much stronger. It was like my entire being protested.

For me the time of passing into a new year is a time to be absolutely honest with myself and sort out any unfinished business. It´s really bad to enter a new year with habits (work, school, relationships...) that you don´t really like. It´s like a cleansing to me, where I have to change those things that I´m not happy about and try to see what I want my life to be like. It´s really strong and emotional.

On New Years Eve there´s an almost magical feeling in the air to me. By then I have made some desicions and are all set on keeping them. I have the feeling that life is so very real and have to be lived true. It´s a very good feeling, a very good way to start the new year.
Anyone feel the same?

Happy 2010 everyone

PS Because I love it:

So this is what happened to Pyret:
He was having a cold at first, nothing serious, just sneezing and being a bit better. Then he got better but by wednesday this certain week we noticed he was maybe a bit tired again?

On thursday we had cat expert friends over to look at him, they thought he looked fine, just another cold. He was still eating and drinking. On friday his breathing got a little heavy so we called a vet about him. They told us to wait until monday. By friday night he was breathing fast and not drinking so we took him to the emergency animal hospital. We thought (and they) that he had gotten pneumonia after the cold.

They told us to leave him there, go home, nad they´d call us tomorrow to telll how things were going. When we got home and into bed the phone rang. We were afraid that things had gotten worse but the vet said "I´m so sorry to tell you this, but Pyret just died when we took him from the oxygen case to go get x-rays of his lungs. We recommend an autopsy to find out what happened".















The results from the autopsy are back now and they say he had a weakening of the lungs that he must´ve had for a long tme. They were all destroyed. I could never have imagined it, with such a happy and energetic cat! He was never tired!
We will always miss you, Pyret! <3

I´m gonna post wedding pics, I´m gonna post about the tragic death of Pyret, I`m gonna post about books read and games played. I´m gonna start catching up because I miss you all...in a couple of weeks time.
Let me just say in teh meantime:

Try and make sense of that!