meep meep
You know the feeling when your brain feels like porridge and you're scared that it's gonna seep out of your ears if you're not careful?
Yes?
I think I feel worse.
But, it's actually because of the great news that I got into my dream study! I got into journalism in Odense at University of Southern Denmark, which is what I wanted all along.
After much despair and longing, I made it through. First the letter (nervous), then the test (paralyzed) and at last the interview (dying). It was like a really long and nasty rollercoaster ride. Just without the funny tickling feeling in the belly during the ride.
The biggest mistake I made was to think that all my worries would be over after the before mentioned great news. No, suddenly everything got ten times more complicated, with odd family members trying to "help".
Selling the apartment, finding a new one, job for Luca, considering the economy. I'm dying here. Or actually, since I died during my interview, this is the point where I was resurrected by good news just to be killed again by the load of crap and complications that fell onto my head like a boulder afterwards (ever seen Roadrunner? Meep meep?! Yes, that effect).
Well, I think I'm resurrecting for the second time, cause this week we found a place to live in in Odense, which was one of my biggest concerns. Now we have roof over our heads from the first of september and I'm planning to relax this weekend (hey, being resurrected makes you tired!).
I'm going to try to update my friends' list more often, it's just been so chaotic since I got the answer from uni. Now I'm ready to update more frequently (but that's not a promise!).
Yes?
I think I feel worse.
But, it's actually because of the great news that I got into my dream study! I got into journalism in Odense at University of Southern Denmark, which is what I wanted all along.
After much despair and longing, I made it through. First the letter (nervous), then the test (paralyzed) and at last the interview (dying). It was like a really long and nasty rollercoaster ride. Just without the funny tickling feeling in the belly during the ride.
The biggest mistake I made was to think that all my worries would be over after the before mentioned great news. No, suddenly everything got ten times more complicated, with odd family members trying to "help".
Selling the apartment, finding a new one, job for Luca, considering the economy. I'm dying here. Or actually, since I died during my interview, this is the point where I was resurrected by good news just to be killed again by the load of crap and complications that fell onto my head like a boulder afterwards (ever seen Roadrunner? Meep meep?! Yes, that effect).
Well, I think I'm resurrecting for the second time, cause this week we found a place to live in in Odense, which was one of my biggest concerns. Now we have roof over our heads from the first of september and I'm planning to relax this weekend (hey, being resurrected makes you tired!).
I'm going to try to update my friends' list more often, it's just been so chaotic since I got the answer from uni. Now I'm ready to update more frequently (but that's not a promise!).