Listening to the rythm of the pouring rain

It's January and it's raining. I guess in the Nord that's the nearest thing to snow. I think they should change the tune to 'I dream of a wet Christmas' (as opposed to white Christmas, although wet sounds a little wee bit inappropriate. Well we're way beyond new year now anyways) to adapt to the local market here.

The second (or sixth, depends on how you see it, it's the final one anyways) semester has begun. For now, I would say that it's not too bad. I have longer breaks for lunch, that's a good thing. That means more will power is needed to get back to class after having lunch at home, and that may not be a good thing, but I believe it builds character, so that's good. I have less subjects, another good thing. Which means the subjects will have higher coefficients in order to meet the total of 30, which is not necessarily a good thing.

However, I still haven't got my exam results for the first semester,which really P me O. I mean, after working arduously(wow, no red underline for that word? so that is actually a word? I mean, I've heard it before and I just thought of dropping it in the middle of the sentence for fun, never to expect that it actually exists and it to be correctly spelled) for the finals, I should have the rights to know how I did. But the university said that the results will only be announced in February to avoid misunderstandings when the juries decide who passes and who doesn't. Bloody bureaucracy.

Anyways, when I said I'm next, I meant I'm next. So it's not now. It's somewhere between now and whenever it may be.

The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of the day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday when I was young - Charles Aznavour