Depressing

I'm not sure where it comes from but usually on Valentines day I get really depressed. I certainly have no idea why since I could not care less about this day... Oh... Okay, that's why. Mystery solved.

Yesterday a bus broke; Fortunately in the middle of the tram tracks; And even more fortunately in the middle of the tram tracks in front of my house. I had an amusing hour sitting by my window watching angry people not getting home, trams lining up, waiting for that damn bus getting pulled off the tracks. I had a great time.

Apart from that some awesome girl (Thank you sweety!!) gave me Al Bundy's Polk High t-shirt. To be seen in it's full glory above.

Oh and my last chance for a date tonight just went up in flashes this very second... *sigh*

Snow!!!

Finally some snow hit Amsterdam. Well, at least some two days ago. By now everything is gone again but me lazy took his time to get those fancy pictures up.

In the meantime Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah! had to be seen. Very boring gig. At least it was free (as in beer).

And of course the obligatory windmill shot.

Passed

I just received my CPE (Certificate of Proficiency in English) results. Got a C (translates to a 3 for all those Austrian bastards reading this) with exceptional writing skills. I am now officially able to

• advise on or talk about complex or sensitive issues, understanding colloquial references.
• understand documents, correspondence and reports, including the finer points of complex texts.
• write letters on any subject and full notes of meetings or seminars with good expression and accuracy.

So in the end my 350 euros were well invested and I can now apply for my fancy Imperial College London course on Advanced Computational Methods for Aeronautics, Flow Management and Fluid-Structure Interaction. Yay!