Linny: super effective against ALL THE THINGS

pingopenguin81:

Sleepytime limbo.

This is my life when I have assignments. Then I get As and Bs. And so the cycle continues.

(via cakedinosaur)

jarrodis:

Coyhand

I want to crawl into this picture

and disappear from exams and revision forever

(via eatstarchmom)

I don’t know where my work ethic has come from but I wish it had arrived a year ago.

Seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever revised so much and so consistently in my entire life. And like, it’s good, I’m in my final year of my undergraduate degree but then you work it out and these exams are worth …2% each. 2% of my final grade. Imagine if I had spent as much time on my dissertation or Critical Reviews or whatever.

Whatever.

In one week I will no longer be President of the Glasgow University Scottish Country Dance Club.

In 16 days I’ll be done with my undergraduate degree.

In 9 weeks I’m moving out of Glasgow.

Tonight I’m reading some more I&C and then going to bed and tomorrow is the beginning of the end.

Up all night condensing a 7 page journal article into what will - hopefully - be a 5 minute podcast.

Download recording software. Plug in microphone.

Microphone isn’t working.

Check on skype. Works there.

Check on the Control Panel mic setup thing. No.

Check on the recording program again. No.

….

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-!

GODDAMMIT SEL QUIT READING AUTOSTRADDLE AND FINISH YOUR STUPID-ASS DISSERTATION.

TOMORROW YOU CAN SLEEP AND DRINK AND BE MERRY JUST DO SOME MORE WOOOORK.

SEL GET OFF THE INTERNET AND WORK.

WOOOORRRRRKKKKK.

Apologies for all the Swedish posts lately - it’s that time of the year. Nostalgia is always big around now, plus semlor plus lqbt news plus royal family news plus Robert Gustafsson HILARITY makes for lots of Swedish things.

These next two weeks will see the switch to entirely dancing news, let me assure you. Ball on Saturday plus IVFDF next week equals happy but stressed SEL.

(After that the theme will be my dissertation.)

BUT! Until then it’ll be more like normal. And on the note of IVFDF, hiiii new follower/friend/dancing enthusiast harleymonster (we should totally meet at IVFDF. Are you doing circus skills? I’m doing circus skills)! And earlier this week an IRL friend shinythingsandrage joined the tumblr community, so welcome to my flock as well.

Therapist saying that it’s okay to do things last minute =/= it’s okay to spend all day in bed reading fanfic until 13 hours before your deadline.

I’m off to buy dinner and sugary supplies so I survive the night ahead.

Fuck it I had a whole post written and it went away.

I had to have a good cry before dancing today. That was great.

I have a shitton of shit to do, it’s making me depressed and has hit me very suddenly.

I’m pretty sure no one in the committee appreciates me and it’s making me bitter. Pre-emptively bitter. And I’m aware that I basically just said “no one appreciates me! *sob*” like some emo asshole.

I just feel very tired.

None of them actually know what they’re supposed to do.

None of them actually do what I ask them to do and what they agree to do.

None of them think for themselves.

And I’m supposed to delegate pretty much everything, right, but then it just doesn’t fucking get done and I just do it anyway and goddamn it’s just like last year except oh wait, final year of uni here, not to mention the fact that I leave the country in 5 months and the position of President in 3 months but in just over 2 months time there will actually not be anything left for me to do.

UGH ANYWAY.

So basically, in 2 months time they’re on their own.

They’re screwed.

• 4 pm: Alright I'm gonna start my homework
• 5 pm: I am seriously gonna start it now
• 6 pm: Okay where's that homework
• 7 pm: I still have time
• 8 pm: I need to do it
• 9 pm: Okay just do it
• 10 pm: SHIT
• 11 pm: OKAY
• 12 am: FUCK

I just spent about half an hour in therapy bitching about Jonatan.

It felt good.

Then my therapist was like “so you can write good essays in like 24 hours WHY IS THAT SOMETHING TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT?!” and I didn’t have an answer. It just feels like cheating, okay?!

A Whole New Comfort Zone: Exchange Two: Exchange Harder (In which Susie gushes about how much she'll miss Scotland when she goes back to the US)

wholenewcomfortzone:

In sixteen hours, I’ll be boarding a plane to return to the States for round two of my exchange (I’m thinking of sequel names. Revenge of the Exchange. Return of the Exchange. The Exchange Strikes Back. Exchange 2: Exchange Harder). I haven’t packed yet. Nope. Not even started. Instead, dear…

So apart from the “hating snow” thing (you WEIRDO) and the legal drinking age, this is pretty much how I’ll feel when I Graduate and leave Glasgow in 5½ months and move back to Sweden.

gingerhaze:

salternates:

the sheer amount of stuff i need to be doing is matched only by the degree to which i don’t want to do any of it.

right there with ya!