Alive and kicking

Wat zullen we drinken, zeven dagen lang... [koffieeeee]

Trying to learn something more of Japanese Calligraphy. I found a great site, which translates western names to Japanese. Funny how Anna and Jane mean the same thing "yuuga"; gracious.
It would be nice to be able to use western and japanese calligraphy. Up until now I've focused on 'old' fonts. Cloister Black (the font also used in Sword & Ink quite often) is my favourite for capitals. But I fear I must learn Japanese before I can practice its calligraphy.

I'm going to meet up with Pluis in an hour or so for coffee and so he can lend me the latex skull we need for the shoot Sunday. I'm excited to go. Whee!

What the fucking fuck?

It's amazing how people from Ede can get on my nerves. The big difference here is that the people who walk the streets think - nay know they are so much better than all people out there. As I turned the second corner on my way to school, I was already wishing I had a claymore, and I had brought it, and that I could chop each and every one of their self-indulged faces from their ignorant heads.
Ede makes me violent.

So when I finally, ten minutes of aggravation later, entered the school premises, I felt like the winner. After all, I'm the one who is leaving this school. Finally. Thank the heavens. And they are still stuck in here. Even if they do graduate, one glorious day in their future (the second best day of their life, on #1 is their weddingday of course), they had to endure four foul years in the presence of self-indulgant students, ignorant to all that other people may think.

Aye they listen to your stories, some may even enjoy them. But they never ever will truly be able to let go of their beliefs and stand in a discussion without any prejudices. I am after all, a heretic. A Lost One. I will burn in the fires of their hell while they feast with the angels.

But I am drifting. The real reason I came here to this school on this wonderful rainy afternoon in February, was to check what grade I got for that test I made a month ago. Expectations were low. I know I hate this school. I couldn't possible loathe anything more than that particular test. 110 questions. And somehow I managed to get a 5.7 for it still.

Which leads me to the marvelous question: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!
I have my P.
I've made it. After three and a half years in this fucking school I have acquired one fourth of the total points of what I need to graduate.
And I swear they're going to be the last from this school, too.

16.53 [edit] The thing I hate most is how they violate your personal space. Just hanging over you when you don't even know them, or hanging over your neighbour whom they do know, and poking their bags/ass/anything in your face.