Oh yeah, dad came last night. All's well, for now. Though his presence makes me a bit nervous. Or maybe a bit more than just a bit.. I know I shouldn't say this but I still wish he was in Finland. I'll never have the courage to tell him about my plans to quit studies here, especially after he brought me more landscape architecture books.. This makes me feel so guilty.
On the other hand, from now on there will be food in the flat. I've been hungry for the past week, eating muesli and.. well, muesli. It was the healthiest ready-to-eat thing I could find from the crappy minimarket round the corner AND you can eat it without yoghurt or milk - I hardly ever buy them because I use them so rarely that the package is always out-of-date, and I don't like throwing out food. Such a waste of money that could've been spent on so many other things. So, the solution is to not buy any of it! Sigh. I love food too much. Hope I don't put on weight while dad's here though. I'm really starting to feel determined about losing approximately 5 kilos before returning to Finland, and dad's cookings aren't really in the top 100 of low-carb and low-fat foods, unfortunately.
5 months and 5 days to go 'til I'm back in Finland! 1 kilo per month doesn't sound that challenging, but I know it is - at least for a person like me.
vintagejunk at 1:12 p.m.
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