I love So says I by The Shins right now. I realize it’s an old song but I ROCK THAT SONG, lemme tell you. If there’s a song I can rock when I’m cleaning the apartment, all sweaty and in nasty clothes, this is the one. On the other end of the spectrum, there’s Who says by John Mayer which I love love love. And I don’t care what people say. I don’t need my music to be uber special and deep and politically correct (well, it depends). I also don’t need my music to be performed by some band that is only cool because no one’s ever heard of them. So there: John Mayer. Who says. Run with it.

(Who says. So says I. GET IT GET IT? My main character strength is accidental brilliance.)

(And there’s a great version of Rihanna’s violently annoying Please don’t stop the music by Jamie Cullum. Heard it for the first time this morning, and there’s something very old school and original about it.)

In other news, I realized that I’m friends with a pretty cool bunch of people, and I love them DEARLY. When did I realize this? Why, Thursday night, at approximately 7.30pm. For real. I had just come from the uni tutorial (turned in the first draft of my essay on Al-Jazeera and the US military and American media, and OH MY GOD WHY DID I NOT CHOSE A LESS CONTROVERSIAL TOPIC). And I made a quick stop in the computer room/media lab/whatever these things are called at my faculty to check my emails and whether the exam results were online.

Exam results: nothing. They’re late again, they were supposed to be online by the 20th. How is it that I have to make every single deadline by the minute (literally), and they (the uni’s official Exam Results On The Internet Putter Uppers) don’t even follow the deadlines they set for themselves? It’s fucked up, man.

Emails: JOY.

My friend Nina tells me she was accepted for an internship at one of Germany’s major TV networks (Pro7) – they show Germany’s Next Topmodel and those music casting shows and whatnot. And! It’s in Munich! DUDE. That’s huge! I’m so, so happy for her. She’s attending some film school back home and she has, I think, three sisters and money’s always tight and so she never had stuff just handed to her. She really, really deserves this. I can’t wait to hear more about it. She’s looking for a place in Munich right now which is not that much fun because rent is obviously ridiculous everywhere down there. But still! My GOD.

Linn also emailed back. It was part joy, part tragedy. She broke up with her boyfriend of a hundred and fifty thousand years and apparently kind of lost her shit for a while last year (got scary thin, took up smoking again, etc.) but now she’s back on track which is good. MEN SUCK. Just saying. She said she’s over the moon about my coming to Sweden and meeting up in Oslo (she lives there with a friend now), and she had some great, uplifting comments about my weight (loss). She’s such a doll. I can’t believe we haven’t seen each other since KY. PRIORITIES.

After checking emails, Sandra and I ran to the bookstore for coffee. I crapped out on my diet plan and had a cappuccino instead of tea which I hate because that thing probably had a thousand calories (two thirds of my daily limit, basically). But it was fun as always to talk to Sandra. We always end up having these SERIOUS TALKS about life and job opportunities and financial aspects and issues with the parents. In a good way. If there is a good way to talk about these things, we always find it. Heh. She’s having some issues with her dad right now because he’s being TYRANNICAL and UNREASONABLE about her future. Totally know where she’s coming from there. And I love me a good conversation that consists of a healthy load of exclamations along the lines of: I KNOW RIGHT.

Also, the BFF tells me she’s booked her Easter vacation. I didn’t even know there was such a thing. But she makes a ton of money and already has her winter ski vacation planned for February (Switzerland or Austria or something) and her two-month stay in Scotland (work related). And I’m suddenly feeling a bit small and boring and STILL NOT INTERNATIONAL ENOUGH, in the scheme of things. She works like a maniac, though, so it’s good and right that she gets to actually enjoy the money and take some time off. We’re desperately trying to see each other before the end of February but it’s logistically impossible. We’re never free at the same time. We’re never in the same city or the same country at the same time. It’s sad and annoying.

I don’t know if there’s a line of argument here. But. I love my friends. They’re such good people. Heh. Sometimes, I just- my heart pours out to them. I just want so much for life to be good to them, you know?