Time flows by... so quickly... time flows by... so quickly...
I really don't have time to post, but as my mind is much too blank to accept more information right now, I shall take a break from my studies and tell you about the ups and downs of my life. Exciting, huh?
It feels as if it's been a while since I last wrote, but hopefully I won't forget to mention all the important things going on.
Firstly: There was this spex meeting last week, and afterwards there was this SingStar contest in the pub... Considering my knowledge of 80s music and Swedish schlager, it's pretty obvious that I totally sucked. Oh well. It was fun to hear the others sing. When we had finished singing, we left for another student nation to shake our asses to silly R&B music on their dance floor.
There was dancing and there were boys. Blond boys.
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The day after - I got two whole hours of sleep, whee! - me and six other members of the spex group spent what felt like an eternity out in a freezing cold forest shooting two films for our spex show. Our poor assassin spent half an hour on a branch in a tree dropping large stones at innocent kittens, and my beloved hero and I "danced merrily across the green, green fields"...
Well... according to the script, the fields were green, but really, they were brown and muddy and FREEZING cold.
Did I mention the fact that it was freezing cold?
Did I mention the fact that we all could have perished and diiiiied?
Oh, I'm not really complaining, as we had a great time. After the filming, we went to the nation to attend a hearing, during which the three candidates for the post of First Curator told us all about their visions.
Then, to fast-forward through the weekend, the entire Saturday was spent working at a sitting, and the entire Sunday was spent preparing, selling and cleaning up after the brunch -- with the exception of a couple of jolly hours during which I was able to hang in the pub with some friends. Then it was Monday, and time for another Landskap (the "parliament" meetings of our nation).
A new First Curator was elected, a little "love letter" was delivered to our current First Curator by myself and two friends (I will elaborate this subject in a few days, I promise) , and then we all enjoyed good food, free drinks and dancing.
I got home at four o'clock and was roused from my sleep three hours later by the phone ringing and my extremely silly friends telling me that they were on their way to Linköping, a city two and a half hours train journey away. Just because... they felt like it.
People.
They scare me. =^^=
So. I have spent the last three days studying like an idiot, and stressing like an idiot, and feeling terrible about not having studied and stressed enough. The mere thought of this exam makes me squeal and panic and fret.
I'm. So. Gonna. Fail.
Ha. Now I've wasted half an hour writing this, which makes me panic even more. I have to unveil islam, analyse Jesus Christ, write an essay on religious experiences and delve into the mysteries of Jewish feminism tonight. Woe is me, woe is me, oh, the horror, the horror, please shoot me and put an end to my misery, angst, waaah!! waaah!!, etc.
Oh, whatever. The sun has been shining all day. The world is pretty. Life has been worse. I'm kind of grateful. And this will all be over on Friday.