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I just found out that the only good friend I made here in Edinburgh might move back to Finland next year. If I weren't of such a sunny disposition, I might be tempted to state that my life sucks.

Die Toten Hosen rule.

That is all.

I need to start looking for a new flat for next year. Urgently. Except I don't know anyone whom I'd want to share with (well, aside from one person, but it's a long shot) and single flats are ridiculously expensive. *sigh*

I'll probably end up moving in with strangers again. I don't mind terribly, but it's always awkward for the first few weeks or so....
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There's this Welsh guy on my course who must be the most luckless person in the world. He loses his wallet, cellphone or university card on a daily basis. He locks himself out of his flat. He is constantly penniless. And today he turned up looking as if he'd been in a road accident: one eye deep black and bloodshot, the other reddened and bruises...
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I made it. No plane crashes, no lost luggage, no trouble whatsoever. On the flight from Amsterdam to Edinburgh, I got a seat next to a pretty girl, which of course prompted me to hide behind my book for the whole duration of the trip. Hey, if I were any good at chatting up girls my profile section might be a whole lot more interesting....
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So tomorrow I'm going back to Edinburgh for the rest of the academic year. I don't mind being there, but it's always a bit sad to leave, especially since most of my really good friends are still here in Luxembourg. But I'll deal with it.

Yesterday, we had a good-bye dinner. Actually, I was probably the only one thinking of it as such. For the...
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Well, I'm mostly awake again, after coming home at half past three this morning. I'd gone to a small party, and stayed a bit longer than I planned, which was promptly rewarded by having to scrape the ice off my windshield.

Still, I met a friend I hadn't seen in almost a year. It occurred to me that she would make a perfect suicide girl:...
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I just finished making a shepherd's pie - yummy . Although I managed to make enough mashed potatoes for three pies; I'm hopeless at judging proportions.

Now I'm all set for an evening of Firefly. Mmmh, Kaylee... .

Maybe if I started a thread with the title: "Please do not post comments in my journal", somebody would comment.

But that would be, like, lame.

I added some pictures of my friends, if anyone is curious what kind of people would be mad enough to associate with me.