late night letter to mirjam

hola mirjam! como estás?

it's not even fifteen days until i will laugh with you while swimming around in a big ocean. that feels awesome and great and all that jazz.

i have bought a spanish phrasebook which i am reading very thoroughly right now despite the fact that i have a huge in-class exam tomorrow. i will be a spanish master when i hit cuba for sure! and, my film history readings would be way more exciting if they'd been in spanish. apart from not studying to my exam, i am drinking beers and listening to the durutti column. mm. my friend erika is on her way over and we're going to have a study workshop while getting drunk.

"PARTY ON A MONDAY?" you might think and my answer to that is: yep.

so, montreal is getting super cold and the glass in my glasses gets all foggy whenever i enter an indoor environment after being outside. i look pretty much like sune's father rudolf but with longer hair. this is how sune's father rudolf looks like:

i do agree that this is not a super fashionable or hip look but then i've never been that super fashionable or hip as you already know.

the past weeks have been super intense in school and i feel all exhausted and burnt out by now. luckily my first semester here in montreal is soon to be over and i will be a step closer to that oscar i've promised to win.

perhaps i shouldn't say this out loud but since i've already mentioned it in a previous letter; i aim to win an oscar for best director someday! perhaps it will be the last thing i ever do or perhaps i'm even dead when it happens but if so i guess i am fine with that. thing is that i'm going to win it using a male name since women still is being treated like nothing in this weird business i'm into. if i'd been a man i'd probably have ten oscars by now. not that i care about the oscar really, but still.

i have three minutes to round this one up and the last thing i am going to tell you is that my hair is very long by now. ehe.

see you soon maccaroon! puss!