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Stolen from someone. who stole it from someone else before that. And etcetera >_>
Feb. 10th, 2006 | 03:13 pm
mood: 
bored
music: Robbie Williams - Advertising Space
Comment ANONYMOUSLY
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.
9. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.
9. After you do it for me, put it in your LJ and see who does it for you.
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Nov. 25th, 2005 | 02:18 pm
mood: 
thoughtful
music: And then you kissed me (Pt 2) - The Cardigans
I hate exams. Fair and square.
Though, of course, I have myself to blame for having skipped a couple of lectures. Granted, linguistics are tough to begin with, but I doubt my penchant for ditching and procrastination served to improve my chances of passing this test. Not to say that means I'm doomed to failure, given that I'll have another shot at this one in two weeks - And besides, from what I've gathered from a few of my peers, I might as well as have collected enough points to pass - if by a very small margin.
So, basically, it's a matter of luck. I might pass.. But I might as well as have to rely on the second try in order to go through with this.
One positive thing about exams has to be the following post-exam parties, however. These university-folks are positively the greatest people on earth. Or at least from my point of view. Never mind that half the class is a bunch of asocial wierdos - For really, at least the rest of them are awesome. I love them.
Seriously.
I had a great time. First a pre-party at Jonas' place, were we stayed for half the night, and then a random excursion to a local club about Campus. Admittedly I got a little too drunk, but at least I had a reason to get sloshed - Call it drowning my sorrows, if you want to. Or celebrating, depending on the result of this exam. At that moment, I was way too indifferent to care about whichever.
And I met a girl, too. A cute blonde girl named Sandra. She's from a bit down south and has about the coolest accent I've ever heard. I slept at her place (anything is better than Jonas couch; and unfortunately, that couch is what will have to do until I'm able to claim an apartment at Campus. That is, if I dont wanna walk back the 8 kilometers or so to my current apartment in the middle of the night), I got her number, and now I just have to overcome my stupid fear of calling her..
Why does it have to be so difficult to pick up the phone, dial the bloody number and call someone I like? Why does it have to be such a big deal?
Not to say that it isn't, but why I haven't improved in that aspect since I was fourteen or so is rather beyond me.
Though, of course, I have myself to blame for having skipped a couple of lectures. Granted, linguistics are tough to begin with, but I doubt my penchant for ditching and procrastination served to improve my chances of passing this test. Not to say that means I'm doomed to failure, given that I'll have another shot at this one in two weeks - And besides, from what I've gathered from a few of my peers, I might as well as have collected enough points to pass - if by a very small margin.
So, basically, it's a matter of luck. I might pass.. But I might as well as have to rely on the second try in order to go through with this.
One positive thing about exams has to be the following post-exam parties, however. These university-folks are positively the greatest people on earth. Or at least from my point of view. Never mind that half the class is a bunch of asocial wierdos - For really, at least the rest of them are awesome. I love them.
Seriously.
I had a great time. First a pre-party at Jonas' place, were we stayed for half the night, and then a random excursion to a local club about Campus. Admittedly I got a little too drunk, but at least I had a reason to get sloshed - Call it drowning my sorrows, if you want to. Or celebrating, depending on the result of this exam. At that moment, I was way too indifferent to care about whichever.
And I met a girl, too. A cute blonde girl named Sandra. She's from a bit down south and has about the coolest accent I've ever heard. I slept at her place (anything is better than Jonas couch; and unfortunately, that couch is what will have to do until I'm able to claim an apartment at Campus. That is, if I dont wanna walk back the 8 kilometers or so to my current apartment in the middle of the night), I got her number, and now I just have to overcome my stupid fear of calling her..
Why does it have to be so difficult to pick up the phone, dial the bloody number and call someone I like? Why does it have to be such a big deal?
Not to say that it isn't, but why I haven't improved in that aspect since I was fourteen or so is rather beyond me.