One exam dealt with, three to go... yay and woohoo.
I just got home from a Christmas party with the Culture Club.
In accordance with tradition, we celebrated all the important days between Advent Sunday and Hilarymas Day. Hence, there were Christmas gifts, a traditional Lucia procession, reading aloud from the wonderful book Karl Bertil Jonsson's Christmas Eve (an ultra communistic story), chocolate and many other nice things. On "New Year's Eve", for example, we arranged a torchlight procession to our enemy nation Upplands and burnt a he-goat outside their door.
What else? Oh, there was a hearing today. I've decided to once again try to become a full-timer at the nation. I'm dead nervous (duh), but I think it'll work out. If I get the position of trust, of course. I'm not there yet.
Then there's work, spex rehearsals, seminars and stuff.
Other than that, I don't do much... Aside from studying to our next exam (grammar) and pondering my existence, that is. Oh, and I sing to myself sometimes. Also, I worry about becoming a person who's way too serious and has way too little fun. I can't seem to relax these days. I don't know why, but I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that I think too much in general and possibly... possibly... think too little of myself in particular.
...Okay, cross out the "possibly" and make it a fact. My self esteem is located somewhere around my ankles, and it's still still sinking.
I do appreciate you people telling me that I'm not a total loser. It's not that your comments aren't welcome. It's just that... I feel dogged by misfortune from time to time. Or, like, most of the time.
Damn it. I wish I were less shy and less of a wimp... I wish I could stop hiding myself behind a funny mask... I wish I could stop running away from life and actually dare to face it... and I wish that one day... well... maybe... maybe... Lady Luck would smile at me and make my life magical.
Oh, I'm such a romantic. That's got to be my biggest problem.
That, and my excessive use of dots. Dot, dot, dot.
In accordance with tradition, we celebrated all the important days between Advent Sunday and Hilarymas Day. Hence, there were Christmas gifts, a traditional Lucia procession, reading aloud from the wonderful book Karl Bertil Jonsson's Christmas Eve (an ultra communistic story), chocolate and many other nice things. On "New Year's Eve", for example, we arranged a torchlight procession to our enemy nation Upplands and burnt a he-goat outside their door.
What else? Oh, there was a hearing today. I've decided to once again try to become a full-timer at the nation. I'm dead nervous (duh), but I think it'll work out. If I get the position of trust, of course. I'm not there yet.
Then there's work, spex rehearsals, seminars and stuff.
Other than that, I don't do much... Aside from studying to our next exam (grammar) and pondering my existence, that is. Oh, and I sing to myself sometimes. Also, I worry about becoming a person who's way too serious and has way too little fun. I can't seem to relax these days. I don't know why, but I'm guessing it has something to do with the fact that I think too much in general and possibly... possibly... think too little of myself in particular.
...Okay, cross out the "possibly" and make it a fact. My self esteem is located somewhere around my ankles, and it's still still sinking.
I do appreciate you people telling me that I'm not a total loser. It's not that your comments aren't welcome. It's just that... I feel dogged by misfortune from time to time. Or, like, most of the time.
Damn it. I wish I were less shy and less of a wimp... I wish I could stop hiding myself behind a funny mask... I wish I could stop running away from life and actually dare to face it... and I wish that one day... well... maybe... maybe... Lady Luck would smile at me and make my life magical.
Oh, I'm such a romantic. That's got to be my biggest problem.
That, and my excessive use of dots. Dot, dot, dot.