Our floriculture professor is officionally nuts. I mean, really nuts. Yesterday we were supposed to have classes at 10:45 a.m. but the professor was nowhere to be seen. Nobody really wanted to go to his office to check where he is because his classes are one of the most boring ones we have right now, so everybody was happy reading the papers or listening to music or sleeping. I was almost convinced that he had once again forgotten about the classes (like happened 2 two weeks ago) and was starting to plan going home, when he stomped in the classroom an hour late and didn't even explain why he was late, like nothing had happened. Then some older students (members of the student parliament) knocked on the door and entered the classroom and before the poor boys (or men actually, they must've been something like 25) even had the chance to open their mouths except to greet the professor, he (the professor) told them to shut up and take a seat, thinking that they were his students. And when they said that they're members of the student parliament, the professor interrupted them again and started shouting that if they were going to spread political propaganda in his class room, he'd have to have them thrown out. Now, the professor is kinda scary, even if he's probably only 155 cm tall and very barrel-chested, but he has the strangest voice you can imagine.. but what can you expect when he's been smoking red Marlboros for the past 60 years (he must be at least 75). I'm afraid of him and usually tend to sit in the back of the class room and try not to look at him, because if he catches you looking at him in the eye, he'll ask you something, and I have no idea what he's talking about most of the time. So, I could see the student parliament guys were a bit afraid too, the other one kept quiet but the braver one tried to explain that they weren't trying to spread political propaganda but to explain the traditional 5 day long spring trip to Budva that the parliament's going to arrange in May. Man, it was insane.. it took a good 15 minutes for the professor to calm down and understand that they were really just talking about some meaningless trip. Maybe he was feeling a bit nervous because soon after the guys left (I could see they were trying hard not to run) the professor lit a cigarette, which is "strictly forbidden" inside the building and even if none of the students obey that rule, at least the professors should pretend they've heard about it. And it didn't smell that nice either, especially when I was sitting right where he passed by all the time, puffing the smoke and making my head ache. It was so annoying.. But if you say something during those classes, he won't leave you alone so it's better to just shut up and endure it.

Not much interesting stuff happens these days. I went to buy that new Nivea gel creme thingy, it's called My Silhoutte or something, it's supposed to firm your thighs and other problematic areas, naturally together with a proper diet and regular work-out. Anyway, I was just looking for it when this saleswoman came to me and asked if I needed help and I said no thanks, I'm just looking. She didn't give up and started suggesting things that I could buy and I was like, Didn't she hear me saying no??? And then I decided to give in and to make her happy, I asked her where the Nivea thingy is, and she showed it to me. Then she gave me this look, you know, from head to toes and said... "You don't look that fat to me." And I was like, wtf? I mean.. thanks for the compliment but isn't it your job to just sell me stuff and not try to make me NOT to buy stuff? And how does she know what I look like without high heels and jeans? Let me tell you, most people think that my size is at least 2 sizes smaller than what I really wear. I don't know if it's because of the distorted sizes that they sell nowadays or because I choose clothes that hide my flaws and highlight my good sides. Anyway, my point is that I prefer to keep a certain distance when I'm shopping and I absolutely hate it when the salespersons are too pushy and insist on helping me when I don't need help.

My diet thingy goes ok, and so does the whole working out.. thing. It's weird though, I haven't lost much weight but I can see how my body has started to.. change. There's so much work to do though that it'll take a long long time before I reach my goal but doesn't matter. All I care about is reaching the goal and man can I be determined when I know what I want. I can hang on to that something like a pitbull.

Something to listen to:
Pitbull ft. Lil Jon - The Anthem