I’m not bad at academics
I’m really not. I’m actually quite good. But I can’t anymore. I’m completely burnt out. I’ve been running on three naps, a disgusting pizza, bread and coffee since Friday and I’m done. I have a deadline I cannot stick to in two hours and I’m missing a third of my paper. I don’t want to do it anymore.
Depression, Scandinavian winters, moving to a new country, loneliness and stricter university schedules don’t mix.
The Wedding Present - The trouble with men
I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted. I must not get distracted.
Transcribing interviews is bad, generally
I mean I don’t hate it as much as most people. There’s something about a routine task where you can see your productiveness by line-numbers and minute-marks that I enjoy but yeah, it’s not my favourite thing to do.
Transcribing interviews you took is even worse because although you do get used to your own terrible, high-pitched, girly, slightly lispy, accented* voice, you never get used to how you talk. I say “uhm” a lot. Remember that HIMYM episode where students take up a drinking game and take a shot every time Robin says “But, uhm” on her show and she eventually turns it upside down and says it so often that they can’t keep up anymore? I’m that second version.
And “Yeah, no” is how I introduce sentences way too often. It’s my expression if I agree with something. “Yeah, no, I understand that.”, “Yeah, no, I think you’re totally right.” I don’t even know what that is about.
* I have to say though: My accent is super cute. As a non-native I always have hang-ups about my English abilities but you know, if I have to have an accent, I’m really happy that I have mine. I find myself absolutely adorable when speaking English.
Welp. The pizza place two minutes from my home is only slightly less terrible than the pizza place one minute from my home. So still pretty fucking bad.
I’m trying to goglehangout and I’m pretty sure I broke it. Google that is.
I found guccibanana, an old blog by Stefanie Sargnagel and I know that almost all of you are not from Vienna and will therefore not get the joke (and I’m not going to explain it because there’s nothing worse than explaining a joke) but. but. but. “aida, oida” is the best joke in the whole wide world and it’s what tipped me towards getting her book Binge Living when I’m back home.
Hey kids! About that survey:
I’m sorry but I have to plug my tumblr survey once again. It really is super short and simple. I know that it’s never ever going to be representative of the actual tumblr population but some more answers would be great. So please do that and spread it amongst your friends.
I’d especially like for some more guys to answer because right now only 11% of answers come from guys and do you really want me to add “Tumblr is too scary for boys” as a hypothesis? (I know you want me to do that. I kind of want me to do that.)