Can I hear an "oooh-yeah"?
Oooooooooooooh- YEAH!
I've finished my first trimester at university! My goodness how the time has flewn... it's been crazy, let me tell you. It's still somewhat strange that, hey, whoa, this is actually my life. I don't think I'm quite used to the fact just yet. I finished my dissertation last night and almost ended up relatively happy with it, though I feel somewhat sorry for Dorothee coz she actually has to read it. Handed everything else in, and it was like a boulder being lifted from my shoulders.
Seriously, the last week has been a nightmare, well and truly. I managed to get very, very sick with a cold on Sunday night and I was death warmed up on Monday morning, having barely slept at all the previous night. I was so completely clogged up I was actually surprised at the sheer quantity of gunk my nose is actually capable of holding. (That may be boarderline TMI) Anyway, I had to do my expose for French, as well as a Spanish Test. Let's just say that the expose was disaster-esque, mostly coz I got told to slow down half way through. I talk really, really fast in English, and almost twice that in French. I can't really explain why that happens. Spanish Test seemed alright, too.
Tuesday morning I woke up feeling slightly better, did my Spanish oral test then went and got my meningitis injection. An hour after that, I was feeling worse than I did on Monday and didn't make it to work that night. I also realised that I couldn't find my flipping LLC fiche de travail for French215 and started to freak, coz it was due at the end of the week and the whole point was that it was supposed to have been continuous work throughout the entire trimester. Ack. I went to bed and got a decent night's sleep, which was good.
Wednesday morning I started the day with a French test (joy! rapture!) and had a German one in the afternoon, which was fun. I spent most of the day cramming in my silly LLC stuff, as did most of the rest of the French class. We're all a bunch of SLACKERS, it seems...
Thursday I finished off the rest of my LLC stuff and did another French test. I also had a nice little minor panic attack about the fact that my dissertation did not want to be written at all and was generally being a huge pain in my ass. I went to my German lecture where we were treated to the best lecture I've had so far - someone kidnapped the lecturer during Kaffeestunde and if we wanted to get her back (and our test results) we'd have to solve some German puzzles. All I've gotta say is it was cute. Very cute. And I got an A- in the test itself despite being so sick, so yay.
Last night I finally finished my dissertation, and believe you me I was rather happy. It was such a haul - on Wednesday night I sat in front of the computer for nearly 3 and a half hours and nothing got done. I did write a big long encouraging email to a friend which wasn't really on the to-do list, but I think it helped me as much as it helped him (at least I hope it helped him - if you're reading this, mate, I'm glad to be of service and I do what I can) - priorities, people, priorities. I handed everything in today and felt awesome about it. I am so looking forward to these next 5 weeks - it's going to be awesome to be able to relax. At the same time, I'm gonna miss everyone. I've got lotsa numbers, though, so much hanging out will take place. (If I remember, that is, it's quite possible I'll just get lazy and not text anyone...)
To top of the weirdness of the week, though, I had a bit of a realisation, and it kind of annoyed me. I don't really like developping feelings for people. It tends to get in the way with my relationship with said people, and I end up looking like an idiot. I just need to concentrate on 17 cats, a rocking chair and a coop full of attack chickens. I hate crushes. I really do. Other people tend to really enjoy that butterfly-stomach-I'm-going-to-go-psycho feeling you get when you're around someone you have feelings for, but I most certainly do not. I even wrote a poem about it.
I'm not really sure
why I can't stop thinking about you
it's not as if I
don't have better things to do
why do you invade my thoughts?
I used to be alone here
whatever happened to privacy?
I didn't realise I was so paranoid but
sometimes I feel like you can read my mind
when you look at me and smile
and it's almost like you're mocking me
and I'd kind of like to strangle you
coz frankly, it'd just be easier
the only downside is
if you were gone
I know I'd miss you
sometimes I miss you when you're there
right in front of me
making stupid, idle conversation...
what it all boils down to is
you stole my heart
and dammit
I want it back
I would also like to point out that I am not taking any English literature papers. Nor do I intend to. Thus I do not claim to be any good at writing poems. I'm not. I just like expressing myself in a creative, interesting manner. Or at least what I reckon is creative and interesting. It's better than going all angsty. OH WELL. The moral of the story is: it's back to the recipe for Rosie. The recipe being "recipe for dealing with crushes"
Step 1: Ignore the feeling until it goes away
Step 2: Avoid said person at all costs
Step 3: Repeat steps 1 and 2 until cured.
ALP,
Rosie (qui est libre!!!! je suis libre!!!!)
I've finished my first trimester at university! My goodness how the time has flewn... it's been crazy, let me tell you. It's still somewhat strange that, hey, whoa, this is actually my life. I don't think I'm quite used to the fact just yet. I finished my dissertation last night and almost ended up relatively happy with it, though I feel somewhat sorry for Dorothee coz she actually has to read it. Handed everything else in, and it was like a boulder being lifted from my shoulders.
Seriously, the last week has been a nightmare, well and truly. I managed to get very, very sick with a cold on Sunday night and I was death warmed up on Monday morning, having barely slept at all the previous night. I was so completely clogged up I was actually surprised at the sheer quantity of gunk my nose is actually capable of holding. (That may be boarderline TMI) Anyway, I had to do my expose for French, as well as a Spanish Test. Let's just say that the expose was disaster-esque, mostly coz I got told to slow down half way through. I talk really, really fast in English, and almost twice that in French. I can't really explain why that happens. Spanish Test seemed alright, too.
Tuesday morning I woke up feeling slightly better, did my Spanish oral test then went and got my meningitis injection. An hour after that, I was feeling worse than I did on Monday and didn't make it to work that night. I also realised that I couldn't find my flipping LLC fiche de travail for French215 and started to freak, coz it was due at the end of the week and the whole point was that it was supposed to have been continuous work throughout the entire trimester. Ack. I went to bed and got a decent night's sleep, which was good.
Wednesday morning I started the day with a French test (joy! rapture!) and had a German one in the afternoon, which was fun. I spent most of the day cramming in my silly LLC stuff, as did most of the rest of the French class. We're all a bunch of SLACKERS, it seems...
Thursday I finished off the rest of my LLC stuff and did another French test. I also had a nice little minor panic attack about the fact that my dissertation did not want to be written at all and was generally being a huge pain in my ass. I went to my German lecture where we were treated to the best lecture I've had so far - someone kidnapped the lecturer during Kaffeestunde and if we wanted to get her back (and our test results) we'd have to solve some German puzzles. All I've gotta say is it was cute. Very cute. And I got an A- in the test itself despite being so sick, so yay.
Last night I finally finished my dissertation, and believe you me I was rather happy. It was such a haul - on Wednesday night I sat in front of the computer for nearly 3 and a half hours and nothing got done. I did write a big long encouraging email to a friend which wasn't really on the to-do list, but I think it helped me as much as it helped him (at least I hope it helped him - if you're reading this, mate, I'm glad to be of service and I do what I can) - priorities, people, priorities. I handed everything in today and felt awesome about it. I am so looking forward to these next 5 weeks - it's going to be awesome to be able to relax. At the same time, I'm gonna miss everyone. I've got lotsa numbers, though, so much hanging out will take place. (If I remember, that is, it's quite possible I'll just get lazy and not text anyone...)
To top of the weirdness of the week, though, I had a bit of a realisation, and it kind of annoyed me. I don't really like developping feelings for people. It tends to get in the way with my relationship with said people, and I end up looking like an idiot. I just need to concentrate on 17 cats, a rocking chair and a coop full of attack chickens. I hate crushes. I really do. Other people tend to really enjoy that butterfly-stomach-I'm-going-to-go-psycho feeling you get when you're around someone you have feelings for, but I most certainly do not. I even wrote a poem about it.
I'm not really sure
why I can't stop thinking about you
it's not as if I
don't have better things to do
why do you invade my thoughts?
I used to be alone here
whatever happened to privacy?
I didn't realise I was so paranoid but
sometimes I feel like you can read my mind
when you look at me and smile
and it's almost like you're mocking me
and I'd kind of like to strangle you
coz frankly, it'd just be easier
the only downside is
if you were gone
I know I'd miss you
sometimes I miss you when you're there
right in front of me
making stupid, idle conversation...
what it all boils down to is
you stole my heart
and dammit
I want it back
I would also like to point out that I am not taking any English literature papers. Nor do I intend to. Thus I do not claim to be any good at writing poems. I'm not. I just like expressing myself in a creative, interesting manner. Or at least what I reckon is creative and interesting. It's better than going all angsty. OH WELL. The moral of the story is: it's back to the recipe for Rosie. The recipe being "recipe for dealing with crushes"
Step 1: Ignore the feeling until it goes away
Step 2: Avoid said person at all costs
Step 3: Repeat steps 1 and 2 until cured.
ALP,
Rosie (qui est libre!!!! je suis libre!!!!)
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