I don't know about you, but that's my favorite phrase right now. This side of the world. I love it. Naturally, it was said hundred times each lesson of Fiction of the Invisible, the best class I've ever taken. The best ever in all categories. I miss it tremendously, especially now when my new term has begun and I'm in a new department. Didn't think I was going to miss the old one so much, but you get used to and start liking the teachers eventually I guess.

My new course has some of my old classmates in it too, but only the ones I didn't like, of course. Anything else would have been impossible I guess. The scary part is that my very old classmate from my very first course is there as well. We were getting along very well and was starting to become acquaintances/maybe friends, but then I got some bad days when I didn't have energy to talk and such and she got disappointed and then we stopped talking. Story of my life, and unfortunately I've only got myself to blame. Anyway, I wonder if she recognizes me and/or if she's still angry. Time will tell I guess, but we're not in the same group so we won't be seeing all that much of each other the first part of the term.

What remains to be seen is if there are any nice and crazy people that could shed some light a gray day, and I hope there is. On Monday I start with my interpretation class, which will be interesting I hope. But I'll probably be lousy at that.