First of all, the purpose of this blog is to let all the readers (I know you’re out there) know, that I’m still alive and breathing, despite what my latest update indicates. The pressure has not lessened. In fact, just this morning I was very near experiencing a panic attack (that can’t be could, can it), but I survived this day and was a bit refreshened by some new company. Variation is good.
Second of all, I want to thank all of your kind responces and comforting words. It warms my heart. And it lets me know someone’s actually reading my blog, which is a bit scary, when I come to think about it. I wonder if I’ve said anything inappropriate… If I have, I offer up my sincere apologies. I just write whatever comes to mind, be it thought through or not.
Tirdly, I might as well use this opportunity to tell you what exacltly it is that bothers me so. You may find it to be trifles, I don’t know, but I’ll have you know it can put quite a lot of pressure on a silly little girl like me. Yes, well, the thing is I’m supposed to write an essay on literature. Well, the importance of details in literature like fiction, poetry and drama, to be more exact. It should be of 5-7 pages long and contain 2000-2500 words. That is quite a lot of words, if I may say so myself. Especially if you can’t think of anything to write about. Anyway, this is not all, although it is the biggest crook in the drama. I also have a Finnish exam tomorrow and an exam in Allmän språkvetenskap on Friday (which I haven’t studied for yet)… I really should go to bed, shouldn’t I? Naah! Oh, and the deadline for the essay is next Monday, just after Lilla Jul, Tiny Christmas or whatever. And I’ll be occupied with singing the whole weekend. Evangelicum has their practice weekend and of course I’ll be joining as well. I’ve been looking forward to this since forever. If I were smart, I’d skip the choir weekend and stay home and write the essay, but I’m not smart and I refuse to miss this. It means too much. We’re going to sing in Rewell Center on Saturday and in the prison on the other side of the road on Sunday in the Advent service. That will be very interesting. It should be five or six years since we sang in the prison last time. I still have memories from that occasion. Right, well I guess now you’ll say it serves me right to be stressed out of my socks, literally, right? I hope you won’t, though.
Okay, now it really is time for me to go to bed. I’ll get up again in just over six hours from now. So good night and sleep tight, and don’t let the bed bugs bite!
