So....I'm happy that I'm called Aschwanden today... a stupid, in most languages unpronouncable name (which even annoyes me pronouncing it in german rather than swiss german)...but everything has it good sides to it..
I was the first one to do the oral informatic exam today...yeah yeah...(do I have to say that I hate internet explorer? ;) )and then back home and somehow I ended up sleeping ;) While others waited for about 4 hours to finally get to do it...
Today we've studied" storia e teoria della comunicazione" --> the last and most interesting exam...tomorrow english...doing it with Tina so that's fine.
Nice moments today....

• the moment after the commemoration of my ability to walk into street-light-pales while just walking along
• sitting in Ursinas room without her being there and without a clue where she could be...I could become a private eye though ;)
• 29 of January...first shorts -day ..yeah!!! Summer can come...on Friday...fuck why's life so much brighter when the sun shines? (rhetorical question)

Found that poem today...kinda struck me don't know how... give it a read and learn some more vocab as always with them classic poems :)

If by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!


proofreading should be done in the stuff I write here ;) But well...