Doctor? Doctor.

I’m watching Suits. It’s a show about lawyers. I have an exam about the status quo of the legal framework for digital letters of employment next week. So in a way I’m studying, right? Right.

Anyway, after catching the latest episode I went on youtube to find some videos of the show for you guys. I found some pretty great ones. And then I found this:

It’s hilarious.

My beloved Supernatural did a spoof the whole “Doctor”-thing as well:

And because I mentioned Supernatural, I give you a hunky Jensen Ackles.

Yes. This post really didn't have much purpose. 

All I Want to do is Sleep

I always crash after an exam. The adrenaline that kept me going for the final push has disappeared and I’m left feeling like I haven’t slept for years.

Cue coffee-drinking.

Anyway. Next up is a lot of coffee and some prep-work I have to do for the report I’ll be writing in July. And then I have to read up on a report I wrote this May. I have an exam on it next week.

This is boring. My life right now is boring. It’s all exams and work and studying.

But there will be some fun times to be had this summer as well.

Have I mentioned that I’m going to Roskilde Festival next week? Beer, rain, music and the most awesome people. I’m looking forward to it. The paper I'm going to write this July is about the festival and the tools used to ochestrate the work-schedule of the 20.000 volunteers. So I'll get to interview a bunch of volunteers and hopefully learn something new.

This is Roskilde Festival, opening night in 2011.
Hopefully this year will feature a little less rain than the last time I was there.

The observant reader might have noticed something: My exam and the festival are in the same week.

Yes. Yes indeed they are. Even though all exams for this semester were supposed to be done by June 30th, the kind people at my school wanted to sprinkle my vacation with som extra fun.

Thank you, ITU. I've always felt that the one thing vacations lacked was exams and studying. And you've rectified that horrible mistake.

To end this post on a good note: I am so happy that Suits is back on the air. How can you not dig a drama-show about lawyers that is litered with pop-references from Star Wars, The Godfather and Highlander? 

 

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Warning: This Post Contains Anger

I fucking hate incompetent people.

How freaking hard can it be to look at an application, determine that I’m a e-buss student and forward it to the right person? It has to take you FIVE FUCKING weeks? Not to mention you wouldn’t even have done that, if I hadn’t sent an inquiry regarding the status of my application. It was supposed to have been approved by now. 

There is a special place in hell reserved for incompetent people, where they are only exposed to other equally incompetent miserable excuses for human beings.

Woooooosaaaaa.

Woooooosaaaaa…

I feel better now. It helped to get that off my chest.

(this post is quite possibly going to be deleted very soon, when I realize that I’m not a person that actually hate other people)

Just give me the money

Why does it have to be so hard every step of the way?

When I started applying for a University in the US I foolishly thought that getting all those documents together (motivational application, recommendations from teachers, certified originals of gradesheets) would be the hard part. That once I was accepted, it would be all champagne and strawberries from there.

Well. It’s not.

Right now I’m writing applications for scholarships and it is downright hard. Asking complete strangers for money is not easy. Especially when you really want the money. What can you say that will make them give you the money? What magical phrase will unlock their treasures?

I don’t deserve their money. I don’t even really need it. My parents will front me the cash I need. In the end it’s just a question of how much money I’ll end up owing them.
So how do you craft an application that represents you as someone who is worthy of strangers’ money?

I’m on complete rewrite number 4 right now, and have the angle of being honest. The application contains no BS about ‘enriching my academic profile’ or ‘bringing competitive advantage back to Denmark’. Instead I simply state that I think I will grow as a person as a consequence of going to the states for 5 months. And that this personal growth is the reason for why I’m going.

It’s the truth. And I do believe that honesty is the best policy.

Whether it will result in me getting any cash is another question.

I will let you know. I mean, this could even turn out to be a study of whether or not honesty in an application really is the best policy or not.

... Is it time to wake up now?

This really great and awesome thing happened to me.



[dramatic pause]



I got an acceptance letter from a University abroad.

It was something I was hoping for. Something I had actually been dreaming about ever since I was a little kid. What would it be like to go to another country? To study with all sorts of new and cool people?

I always imagined it must be the most best and coolest thing in the whole world (yeah -- 10-year old me didn't really have that big a vocabulary).

And fall 2012 I’ll be on a different continent for 4 months, living this dream.

I am an optimist by heart. I always see potential and opportunity and have always told myself that dreams do come true.

And now they have.

And I am scared shitless.

What do I do now? How do I cope? Now that I actually got what I wanted, I have all these things to do. Letters to write and send. People to talk to. Tuition-fee to pay. Plane-tickets to buy.

I’m overwhelmed and all I really want to do is hide in my bed with a bowl of chocolate icecream.

But I can’t.

My normal life is still going about its merry way. I still have to write school-projects. I still have obligations at work. I still have to do my freaking taxes. I still have to do the dishes (unfortunately).

I have these two realities, my dream-life and my ‘normal’-life, and right now they are crashing into each other.

Is this what it always feels like when dreams come true?

The Goo vs. The Cat

This has become a battle of wills, and I refuse to lose.

The goo from the brain has vacated the premises. It’s left a very red nose, though. And I’m now waging a battle to suppress the Evil Cough. Little does it know that I’m planning a counterattack of tea with fresh lemon and ginger.

It won’t stand a chance.

Oh well. At least I’m getting some exercise from all this coughing (coughing counts as exercise, right?)

And just to stress the fact that I’m not sick, I’m going out tonight to paint the city red with a friend of mine. She found a grey hair and is freaking out. She’s only 23 years old and she regularly colors her hair, so I don’t see how she could possibly have a grey hair. But who am I to question a perfectly good excuse to get drunk and dance the night away?

I’ll probably wake up tomorrow with no voice and a craving for pizza and Coca-Cola. Good times are to be had.

I’ll go make myself some tea now.

Have a lovely Friday.

A House of Cards

I’m sitting at a cafe in central Copenhagen. I’m sick, in the traditional way with fever shakes, sore throat and goo trying to escape my nose.

But life doesn’t stop just because I want it too. I still have places to go and people to see.

The worst part is that I actually WANT to go to these places and WANT to see these people.

And at the same time I just want to curl up like a sleeping cat lying in the sun. And hiss at everything that disturbs my slumber.

When I was a teenager my parents would look at me solemnly and shake their heads in worry. “You’re burning your candle in both ends, dear. It’s not good for you.”

I’d shrug them off and insist that I was able to handle it. I knew the limits of my own capabilities, or so I thought.

Here I am, almost 10 years later, and I still haven’t learned my lesson. I’m beginning to doubt if I ever will.

There is just so much stuff that I want to do and I’ll be damned if I let one of those awesome opportunities slip away from me. So I work 25-30 hours a week at an awesome job. And I study for my masters at an awesome school. I see my awesome friends and my awesome family and I and try to keep my apartment clean. (yeah, let’s be honest – that last one doesn’t really happen)

And I’m usually able to keep on top of everything. I really am able to handle it.

But then something as stupid as the common cold comes around and knocks me out and the pretty house of cards that I’ve built around myself falls apart.

Yeah. I need to sleep. And then tomorrow I’ll rebuild my house of cards. I'll make it real pretty this time. And it will hold for a couple of months again. And that is fine. All I need is a couple a months.

Changes are acoming.

But for now, please excuse me while I get on with the 'going to places' and the 'seeing people'. And then tonight I'll have my much deserved sleep.

/cat yawn