You know those pictures of pictures of pictures where the same image repeats itself in different sizes? My "now" is like that when I look at this picture. I have an open textbook with a pink highlighter (Western European Politics, currently the chapter on Italy), a notebook (and I'm guessing our notebooks even have the same flower pattern?), a bottle of Imsdal, and a computer screen and keyboard (although I'm using the university's Dell at the moment). I don't have tea or candles, but I do have Paolo Nutini and bread from Baker Hansen. I'm in the office filling in notes on the political institutions of Europe. Such fun.
I feel another one of those 'This is what I'm thinking about now'-and-link-to-my-blog-posts coming on. I'm always happy to be of service, but this is getting kind of freaky ;)
Freaky that we're thinking about the same thing? I believe that phenomenon is known as "late November" or "early December" and involves everyone at the university. Freaky that I'm thinking about you? You should be flattered. And your suggestion that you should get paid for giving me blog ideas? Well, if you're my muse, I believe you are entitled to a share of the profits. So far, in all my years (around three) of blogging, the profits have been 500 NOK. So that means I owe you... A cappuccino?
Seriously, though, I do have a mind of my own, but it's mainly thinking about stuff I don't want to blog these days.
I've seldom had such a crappy exam experience, it's going oh-so-badly and the whole thing is due in tomorrow. I'm preparing to take the course again next yeah, but right now I'm faux-reasoning my way to stardom.
You're doing the classic 'stay up all night to complete assignment'. It could have been worse: "If you're given an open-book exam, you'll forget your book. If you're given a take-home exam, you'll forget where you live." - corollary to Murphy's Law
Hahaha! Well, if the book had actually been any help it would have been even better, but right now? I'm kicking myself for not staying up all night every night all term with this, because it's becoming all to clear to me what a 'work-and-learn' subject this is. I have no sense of humour right now. I'm just exhausted. And I feel really, really stupid.
I'm going to make me some coffee, take a break and hope my mind calms down. Do you have any wonderful additional suggestions?
Wah. Hate this. I'm REALLY bad at being bad at things.
I generally do unspeakable physical things to relieve stress, then I think "Hey, it's just a [insert task here]", do a mediocre but usually adequate job, and scrape a pass.
I'm with you on the stress relief thing, but there's no time for that manner of frivolity. And I just don't DO mediocre. If I can help it. EXCELLENT is the only thing I'm good at, so now I'm kind of lost...
You have no idea what I am capable of, do you? I got seven A's last time I was at uni, and I didn't read more than 1/3 of the curriculum, tops, in any of the subjects. One of those marks was based on a paper I had had almost 3 months to work on, but I started writing (and reading) around ten the night before it was due. Seriously, I'm usually pretty good at this kind of thing. So time for? Yes. Skills and practice enough for? Apparently not. It's all downhill, and boy, is it steep.
One way or the other, definitely.... I'm kind of halfway onto something decent-ish now, so I'm hoping for the best (and also for a couple of hours' sleep).
I find it fascinating that you would find me both fat and pretty, but I definitely approve of my new nickname.
All a question of body type, I suppose. Men mostly gain weight around the middle (bad look), and though some women do that too, most of us have the excess pretty much evenly distributed so that we get a bit more of everything at once. Even of the good bits.
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Seriously, though, I do have a mind of my own, but it's mainly thinking about stuff I don't want to blog these days.
And a cappuccino sounds wonderful. Friday? Breakfast?
By the way, if you choose an espresso instead of a cappuccino, I'll let you have the good coffee. See Are's current Facebook status for details.
F*** phonology.
Sorry, dad.
Well, if the book had actually been any help it would have been even better, but right now? I'm kicking myself for not staying up all night every night all term with this, because it's becoming all to clear to me what a 'work-and-learn' subject this is.
I have no sense of humour right now. I'm just exhausted. And I feel really, really stupid.
I'm going to make me some coffee, take a break and hope my mind calms down. Do you have any wonderful additional suggestions?
Wah. Hate this. I'm REALLY bad at being bad at things.
You're lost. And your way out is to find the "path of adequate". Do you have time for excellent in one night?
I find it fascinating that you would find me both fat and pretty, but I definitely approve of my new nickname.
Women can pull off fat and make it look good. Guys have a harder time of that I feel.
To quote the internet: If I wanted a girlfriend with the body of a twelve-year old boy, I'd just date a twelve-year old boy...
You're lovely. Now I have to leave you, though. Inadequacy calls. Night!
Almost done now. Three hours and I'm free! And probably killing myself.