Moving is really scary

Eep. I got a futon delivered to my new place today, and I was really pleased because I managed to get all the plastic off it and put it in a sofa-like position instead of the bed position it came in and proceeded to sit on it happily. A few seconds later I saw the box that had come with it and realised it has legs (the sofa, not the box) that I probably should have attached before turning the sofa over and folding it up. While I was there I spent a few minutes being alone in the flat and putting some things in the right rooms. It felt good, except for some old man who seems to have a nasty cough which I can hear very clearly through the walls. Get better, old man!

So that went well. But on my way back to Otaniemi I decided to walk home from near the main building of the uni because some massive group of people had got off the same bus as me and I presumed they were waiting for the same bus I would be. I took the scenic route and walked around the shore of the peninsula and saw people flying kites and skating on the frozen sea. Everything's full of snow, the trees looked beautiful because the branches were heavy with snow. Then I realised I actually LOVE where I live, even if I always fall over on the small hill round the back of my flat, even if strange pakistanis follow me home, even though I don't go to the uni that owns this campus and the nearest shop is a kilometre away and the hills I need to navigate to get to it are slippery. I love it that my current window opens onto a path so I can watch people come and go, there are some dogs I see most days that I like to watch. I also love the bathroom floor (compared to my new flat) and the glass window in my kitchen and the fact that I'm near all the other rooms in my house. It sucks that my mind is only choosing now to notice these things. I'm sure the new place is going to be great, but for now all I can think about is how much I'll miss this place.

But I always do that. If I go on holiday for 10 days I spent the last 9 thinking how crappy it's gonna be to go home. I wonder why my mind always shoots me in the foot like that?

God works in mysterious ways - a nice way of saying "People are bloody weird"

Well they are, aren't they? :D I was in a lesson today, won't say which in case someone from there reads this, but have you ever noticed, especially in a mass lecture, that there are definitely different kinds of people. There's one or two people who sit at the front and nod enthusiastically to everything the teacher says, even if the rest of us would probably dig our eyes out with spoons rather than listen to it. Then there are other people who go one step further and actually verbally agree with the teacher. I once sat behind one of these "mmm"ers and I'm afraid to admit that after 14 lectures I could have poked her in the back of a head with a very sharp pencil. Then, there are the people who, for some reason, decide that they are, in fact, in a one-to-one lesson with the teacher and the other 86 of us are there for our health.
Today I was really annoyed because I have two such very special people in a lecture. One enjoys upping and leaving now and again, muttering under his breath loudly and laughing maniacally at the slightest joke the teacher makes. The other one must be confused because she seems to think she's my teacher. I asked the teacher a question today and I got a reply from her. The worst thing was she kept interrupting while I was trying to explain what I meant. Unfortunately she didn't wait for me to explain myself before talking over me so she didn't understand what I was asking and was in fact trying to tell me that you can't grow plants if a shelf is vertical. I kind of told her off though, guess I'm still that bit immature, whoops :D Well, maybe it's ok, I'm only 21 for goodness' sake. I'm not expected to behave nicely until I'm old, and I know a lot of old people who are rude anyway :D
I suspect I talk too much in lectures but at least I know when to shut up if I got something wrong :D Had to get it off my chest before I start sharpening pencils..

I'm moving!

Eek, I'm moving :D On or before the 1st of March to a nice area in Helsinki called Lauttasaari. I'm quite excited about it because it's bigger than this place and I'll live alone for the first few months until I get a roommate in summer and then another one in autumn. Also it's near everything and doesn't take as long to get to uni. I'm apprehensive about it, however for the following reasons:

1) What if I lock myself out?
2) What if someone tries to break in?
3) What if another weirdo creepy foreign pervo follows me home (that would make 4 times in total, do I smell funny or something?)
4) What if I get the flu, or ill? What if I need to go to the doctor or something in the middle of the night, and;
5) Who's going to listen to me complain about it?(!)

But I suppose millions of people live alone without any problems so I can do it too.

Today I even went to Ikea with a friend to buy a load of stuff for the new place and it felt so grown up to do that stuff all by my (our) self (selves). Yay, adulthood!