So um.. it's been a few days.

Yesterday I had to take Mini to the vet so he could get his rabies shot, it was the last day that the old one was still valid so it was kinda important. That's why I skipped dendrology classes and went to the vet instead, though I did text A to ask her if she could write my name on the list so it'd seem as if I had actually been there, but she never bothered to answer me and later on it turned out that neither she had bothered to drag her ass there. Like half of the students. I wonder what it is about Wednesdays.. Maybe it's the ultimately boring history of garden arts that follows the dendrology classes and that lasts 4 freakin' hours, and which no one can endure (except some people, not entirely sure about their sanity) without skipping at least the last hour.

ANYWAY. I was in time, Mini got his shot, and I headed back home. I got kicked out of one bus because apparently dogs aren't allowed inside the buses, don't really understand why because I thought that every civilized nation allows pets to travel with their owners with the public transportation system. How else people with no cars get their pets to the vet? So anyway, I just hopped on another bus and this time used the back door so the driver couldn't see me. Unfortunately there were some rather ill-humoured old women sitting at the back of the bus, two of them actually, that expressed their disgust loud and clear when they saw Mini. I hate those old bats that act like they had lemons (quite sizeable ones) stuck up their asses. I know that they're everywhere, it's not just Serbian old women, but here they seem to be more free to express their rage than Finnish old women. Though I remember when I was 10 and some old woman told me off in a bus because I was sitting on a seat meant for "the elderly" and she just had to have my seat even if there was a free seat right next to the one where I was sitting. After that I was so afraid to sit on the old people's seats whenever I was in a bus that to this day I haven't been able to do it more than 3 or 4 times, and even then I've felt guilty. Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked again. Luckily there was this one nice guy in the bus yesterday and he kinda stood up for me. We talked and he showed me his dog's picture on his mobile. It was a german shepherd btw. But that conversation just lit up my day. I don't usually talk with strangers and when I do, I'm not the one to start the conversation but some old hobo who wants to ask me to marry him/give him money/take him home.

After I took Mini home I went to uni and sat there for a mightily long 90 minutes before we all realized that the professor wasn't going to write our names down, so when he announced a 5 minute break, pretty much everyone (except the people described above) grabbed their bags and left. I went downtown because I couldn't go home because of dad, who was there writing his books (he's pretty much abandoned the renovation, he says that the books are the most important thing right now - needless to say I don't agree but hey, since when has my opinion been appreciated?) and I had told him earlier that I'd be home at 6 p.m. I took a bus downtown and it was so filled with people that if it had been a hot summer day, I would've died. But then again it was bus 37 and they're always full for some reason. Maybe it's because it's the only bus that goes straight to Trg Republike from BB? Anyway, I had found a good spot where I could lean against the pole so my feet would get to rest a bit after the long walk with Mini (I was wearing heels as always and it can be a bit straining sometimes). So there I was, when this one old.. man (forty-ish) comes in the bus and guess in front of whom he's going to stand? Me! Lucky me. I tell you, I wasn't even wearing any provocative clothes, unless you can call jeans, black trench and boots provocative, and yet his hand was on my thigh when there was no need for it to be there, moving towards my crotch. I mean! For God's sakes, why do the weirdos always stand near me in the bus? I hate them, I despise them and I wish they'll burn in hell. I'm not a man-hating feminist bittered by life and the dumber sex, but I might as well become one if this is what women are being and are gonna be treated like.

My mood got better when I finally got off the bus and went to buy a low-carb cook book that I've been wanting to buy for months. I know I should be saving money, especially after I bought that lovely lovely bag from Mango that cost 82 euros. When I saw it, I just.. had to have it. This addiction to bags must stop or it'll kill my wallet. Anyway, my mood got even better when I left the shop where I bought the book and saw this girl wearing the exactly same black trench from Zara as I was wearing. Usually that sort of stuff bothers me but yesterday, for the first time ever, I could honestly say that it looked so much better on me. Times are changing my friends, times are changing.

(Heidi mailaan sulle asap!)