Spring, at last! Strangely, last night (on the day of the Equinox), my dreams were filled with snow.

Yesterday I discovered yet another strange Danish tradition. As I was leaving for school at 7:30am, I heard loud screaming & assumed that it was dedicated students protesting against the war. However, what I saw upon rounding the corner was people running about chaotically, blowing trumpets and throwing minature bread rolls at one another. I spent the whole day quite puzzled, and only later discovered that this was an Equinox tradition (this version particular to my kollegium).

Apart from that, nothing spectacular is happening here. Colin left a couple of weeks ago & is now happily sunning/intoxicating himself back in Oz. How I long for a VB... We had a bit of a party for him before he left and then went to the annual marathon bar at my old kollegium, where after only a few minutes of dancing/thrashing to a live metal band, Colin & I had managed to scare all the soft Danes off the dancefloor. I think I also elbowed Colin in the ear... thankfully he was too drunk to really mind, as was I when I smashed my hand into the stair rail some hours later. These marathon bar things are dangerous.

Well, enough procrastination - it's verb conjugation time again.