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Eeeek! I suffer from Exam Angst. I have an exam on March 30 and I don't know what it's about. I actually have no soddin' clue. It's freaky.
Well, I can always ask someone to fill me in on the details, but since I don't know if I'm going to find all the books I need in time to study thoroughly, I'm not very motivated.
It seems as if I'm a victim of the "I-don't-care-about-my-studies-because-I'm-so-darn-tired" attitude.
Anyway.
Yesterday, my brother and I met up with a friend, Mats, and the three of us spent the whole day just hanging and playing Spank the Monkey and Settlers. All in all: Quite a nice night!
My bro and I got up late today and had brunch at the nation with Mats and some of the members of the farce group. Stefan left early to catch his bus, but I hung around for a while and enjoyed the rare sensation of not working. =)
The rest of the day passed rather quietly in the name of Fika and Farce Rehearsals.
Now. Moving on to other things.
There is a certain part of my life bothering me. A problem, so to speak. The problem can be referred to as "men". Or perhaps "particular men" would be a more correct term to use, as the problem doesn't involve all men.
I'm not going to spill all the complicated details, but one thing's for sure: The person who smacks me over the head, gives me a good lecture and manages to make up my mind for me, will be much rewarded. Praised, even.
I have a feeling that my heart is about to be broken, or at least damaged.
I feel it in the water.
I smell it in the air.
I don't like the sound of my heart being crushed between a male foot and the dusty floor of reality.
Perhaps I'd better lock myself up for a few months. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to pass a mirror and face my own reflection without pulling a face at the indecisiveness and pathetic-ness that is Zal.
Well, I can always ask someone to fill me in on the details, but since I don't know if I'm going to find all the books I need in time to study thoroughly, I'm not very motivated.
It seems as if I'm a victim of the "I-don't-care-about-my-studies-because-I'm-so-darn-tired" attitude.
Anyway.
Yesterday, my brother and I met up with a friend, Mats, and the three of us spent the whole day just hanging and playing Spank the Monkey and Settlers. All in all: Quite a nice night!
My bro and I got up late today and had brunch at the nation with Mats and some of the members of the farce group. Stefan left early to catch his bus, but I hung around for a while and enjoyed the rare sensation of not working. =)
The rest of the day passed rather quietly in the name of Fika and Farce Rehearsals.
Now. Moving on to other things.
There is a certain part of my life bothering me. A problem, so to speak. The problem can be referred to as "men". Or perhaps "particular men" would be a more correct term to use, as the problem doesn't involve all men.
I'm not going to spill all the complicated details, but one thing's for sure: The person who smacks me over the head, gives me a good lecture and manages to make up my mind for me, will be much rewarded. Praised, even.
I have a feeling that my heart is about to be broken, or at least damaged.
I feel it in the water.
I smell it in the air.
I don't like the sound of my heart being crushed between a male foot and the dusty floor of reality.
Perhaps I'd better lock myself up for a few months. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to pass a mirror and face my own reflection without pulling a face at the indecisiveness and pathetic-ness that is Zal.