January 2012
I have to work, but instead I’m writing letters.
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I posted about one of the happiest moments in my life.
I feel strangely happy today, which is nice, because I’m not really happy that often lately. But I got nice mail today with secrets in it, and we ate pizza and I did some work and I slept for a very long time and everyone passed, which is finally kicking in a bit. And a lot of things are not right, like how they destroyed everything behind my window, so that I now have to watch ugly industry...
you know these psychological tests, they’re superannoying because they want you to answer 90 questions and basically it’s just 3 questions but they ask them a little different everytime and they don’t give you numbers like how do you feel about that on a scale from 1-5, but words that are not good and it confuses me and I don’t like these tests at all but they keep emailing...
pizza.
I passed my endterm!
And pretty good as well because they said “triple As” and that I was a princess and a dragonslayer (I told them a fairytale) and the only critique was basically I have to believe more in myself. and the thing is, there were about 40 people before us and with all the comments of those who failed I thought: fuck I have that too. And with those who passed I thought:...
I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I just want to be the best. Not the best I can be, but just better than everyone else. And I hate my own things just so much more if other things are better and I would like to just be happy with what I did. Because I know I can be happy with this one thing I did, but now I even start to doubt that because the other people do it better. And it’s...
conversations with housemate at 3:30 in the morning two days before endterm: “Did you just wake up or are you heading to bed?”
You never know in times like these.
it would be nice to just forward to february 12. And then that I’ve passed everything and stuff…..
I am so stressed. Constantly swinging between: it’s a good idea and: fuckfuckfuckfuck this is never going to work. And there is so much still to do. and I also actually have to help with the radiomaking, but I have no bike and I need to finish this and they’re all angry at me and I hate to be so selfish, but I really can not stay up till 7 because I’ll be dead tomorrow. And I...
My toast got thrown out of the toaster so fast, it fell down the stairs.
this is not a joke, but it is kind of funny.
WatchThis is a very very short movie of the shepherd I made for school who is a partypooper. He blows up a balloon, but then just as you think something amazing will happen, just as you think it will either pop, or you can have the balloon.. It just deflates.
And I can see from my internet history how long I slept, that’s funny.
I overslept again, but I’ve not got up so quick in a long time and that’s good. I will not feel bad about this, because I would’ve been a lazy ass anyway and would’ve started by now as well. This tumblr is like my sleepdiary. When I went to bed when I got up and how I feel about that. The thing is, as soon as I write it down, I don’t have to worry about it anymore.
Watch13 year old Sarah talks gender norms.
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this is very very relevant.
that was some arteducation for today. I hope you enjoyed. Now I will concentrate again on writing a fairytale.
