A) Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.
(special shags are in red)

B) Possibly shag after a little persuasion, put in italics.

C) Leave the ones you don't know of or wouldn't want to shag alone.

D) Strike the ones you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.

E) ADD ONE OF YOUR OWN AT THE END.


( clicky for listy )

So, today was my first day back the the nursery since I decided I'm going to drop out. And for some reason, I thought it'd be easier to endure knowing that it's just for this semester, and then never again (I still love saying that, 'never again').
I was wrong. If anything, it was worse. Before, I tried thinking positive, knowing (well, thinking) I had to get used to it because it was what I was going to work with. But now, I feel I have given up.
And then there's my mentor still going on about me having to take more responsibility now, to feel comfortable with it, being in charge of the assemblies, work on this and that, etc, etc... Yeah, I sort of didn't tell her about dropping out. I don't know if I should - a part of me wants to, as to not let her believe that she has to drill me into a good teacher, while another part thinks it's a very bad idea. Why would they want someone there who doesn't really want to be there? I have to finish this semester to get my points and the only way is to pass the work experience as well, and I don't particularly feel like having sour looks thrown at me for two full weeks, plus field days.

Gah. I do want to tell her, though. Well, partly because I'm so happy about having made this decision I want to tell everyone in the whole world, but that's another thing. But it feels wrong leading her on.

I really am relieved. I haven't felt this good since before my first week ever at the nursery, while I still thought I was on the right track. I sleep much better at night. Despite hating that I have to go through it, I thank god we actually have all this work experience, otherwise I might be prancing around uni still thinking that teaching kids was what I wanted to do!

Oh, and for my subject? I didn't even bring my iPod on the bus today. After work, my ears and my head are so tired and stressed I don't want to listen to anything at all. That is not good.

... and I feel more comfortable posting it here.

1. I'm sorry things are so hard for you, and I wish they were different, I do. But I don't want to spend the days worrying that we're going to go back to the way things were three years ago. I can't. I have my own problems to worry about, my own life, my own future which terrifies me, and I can't bare to worry about yours as well. And I'm sorry about that, too.

2. I miss you. I miss you so much, and I hope we'll always find that we still have the same connection when we see each other. I'd hate growing apart from you.

3. I wish I knew what I am to you.

4. Sometimes I wonder if we'd still be friends if things were different. Are we too much alike, or too different? I don't know, but there's something missing, something I can't put my finger on.

5. You probably still have no idea how much you hurt me. You probably still have no idea how I dreaded seeing you, every day wondering what you'd make up this time, how much I hated always walking a few steps behind. I hate how you made me feel about myself. Perhaps you didn't even do it intentionally, but you did. I hated you, and at the same time more than anything I wanted you to accept me. And now, seeing you and the way you are, I can actually feel sorry for you.

6. I think you're fantastic. I know you've been through a lot, and the fact that you are so strong never seizes to amaze me. Your sense of humour, your way with words, your big heart... I admire you for being who you are.

7 I'm going to miss you, and I hate knowing that you probably won't miss me. I wish I could call you mine.

8. Why did you make that stupid, inconsiderable decision? Why didn't you tell me, or anyone at all, for that matter? Why did you just give up like that? Things could have changed, if you'd given them a chance. I still can't believe you had me fooled for so long, and I keep wondering if there was something I should have noticed. It was a fucking unfair thing to do.

9. I'm so, so happy for you. I can't think of anyone who deserves this more than you, and I hope you'll always be as happy and loved as you are now.

10. I miss the old days. I miss the way we talked, the way we played, the way I felt that I had a brother in you. I know your life is different now, but I still wish I could see you every once in a while and have some of that back. I miss you.


Wow, that did feel good. There were things I didn't even know I wanted to say.
I still feel like I could go on for quite a bit, though.

This blog has moved away. Find me instead on http://www.youthevoice.blogspot.com
I love my new blog, it's my preciousss. And I promise I'll try to keep it a bit more updated.

See ya!

If there was a emoticon saying 'tears streaming down my face', that would be the one used right now.
I found a video copy of Bare, and... There aren't even any words to describe what I'm feeling right now. Girls, you know how I feel about RENT, and I thought it was the most powerful thing I'd ever see, but this... I don't think even RENT made me feel this way. That's the only way I can get close to describing what this did to me.

'Let's stay in this moment, where secrets reveal
Here in this world, where there'sa safety in falsehood
I have discovered the one thing that's real -
That I love you, and I loved you from the start
And if you hold that close to you, we'll never be apart.'


And now I need to go and try to stop crying before my mum comes up and wonders what's wrong.

I haven't been feeling like myself lately. When I met an old friend a few weeks ago, she said it was the first time she'd ever seen me stressed out, and it gave me something to think about. I've never considered myself as a stressed person, I've always been proud of the fact that I seem to be able to handle what's thrown at me without any huge problems. But now... I don't seem to have that anymore. Uni is tough, tougher than I expected, perhaps. Combined with the work experience we have to do, it all feels like a neverending task at times. When I wake up in the mornings all I can think of is that I'm looking forward to going to bed again in the evening. That's not a good way to begin the day.

It doesn't help that it's the anniversary of Daniel's death in a couple of weeks. Sometimes it can be months when I'm not even thinking of him, and then at times like this it hits me. And it still hurts.
We were email buddies. I don't even remember how we first started talking, but we did, and he was just awesome. Really funny, had a great sense of humour and was so sweet. But we never went past the friendship line, he had a girlfriend and I remember thinking how much he seemed to love her.
Then the emails stopped. I know that happens sometimes, you lose touch, so I wrote the occasional email after that but never got a response, so after a while I stopped writing as well. Then one day, quite a long time after that, I was surfing one of my communities when I stumbled on a page where I read his name, realised it was his profile, got all happy about the prospect of contacting him and went to post a message in his guestbook. And then I saw the messages from other people who had posted, and they all read 'RIP', 'I miss you', and so on.
I remember just feeling completely cold and numb. And it didn't get any easier when I read on and it became clear that he had committed suicide. Complete shock. I couldn't stop asking myself 'why'. I still can't, I never saw it coming, not once. When we talked he was always so funny, always seemed happy. There was always a smile on my face when I read something he'd written or saw one of his crazy pictures. After all this time it still gets to me.

I don't know... I really do feel disconnected. I can't seem to care about things. I worry about things (like uni), sure, but nothing manages to stir me up in a good way. I'm not looking forward to anything. Even things I should be looking forward to - seeing a friend who's home from Gothenburg for a few days, going to see La Caux Au Folles on Sunday - are just obstacles to climb over, things that take time away from either studying or doing nothing, which seems to be my favourite thing to do these days.
I don't like this. I don't like feeling like this.

I did it! I managed to convert my whole RENT dvd into mp3s. *proud* I love Audacity. I didn't even realise we had it on this computer, otherwise I could have fixed it a long time ago. I love that show, always wanted to have it on my iPod. I mean, Jai as Angel? And Mark Richard Ford... I heart his ICY reprise.
And the film is coming here. Thank you, whoever made the decision we should get to see it, too... When I read it I squealed out so loud my mum came in wondering what I was doing.

Melanie and I have almost decided to go to Barcelona again next summer. I really hope we'll manage it - despite how against it I was before we left, I loved it there. And, somewhere deep inside I'm sort of hoping that our flatmates will come back as well. It's a very long shot, I'm aware of that, but you never know. The Dutch boys kept asking us if we planned to go back. But the Americans are the ones I'm really missing, still... Why didn't I realise how much I fancied him while we were actually there?! There are things I could still kick my own ass for after all this time, things we did and things we didn't do that make me grit my teeth whenever I think about it.
This time, if we go, it's going to be different, it is. I will not come back full of regrets. I'd rather make the mistakes, as said by you know who.
And, well, if we are going to go through with this, it means I have to be on a strict budget from now on until then. I refuse to let my mum and dad sponsor me the way they did this summer. But the thing is I suck at being on a budget... There is always something - a couple of nice shoes, or a gorgeous top, or a trip to London that's calling to me. I'll have to be very strong.
Hopefully I can get some extra work as a substitute at the daycare centre during the next semestre, though. It doesn't pay much, but anything is better than nothing.

I'm getting excited already.

Pissed off, yes, pissed off to the point of my cheeks going red, but also sad and disappointed.
So, I was browsing the team MiG website, clicked on the link for their yahoo group, and what do I see? One of my own photos that I took on the cast change matinee.
And I know this is silly, but it has really upset me. I deleted them off the Rock You-boards quite some time ago, but for some reason I've always thought of MiGcentral as a place safe to post personal things, like photos and drawings, since I trust the girls on there. I should have realised it's not the haven it was anymore, with all the newbies invading, but I never thought they'd just nick a photo and put it on their own front page. Just because I have no way of marking my photos it doesn't mean they're everyone's property. While I'm not normally someone who's easily offended, the pictures I take are important to me, no matter what they're are, and the cast change ones I was especially proud of.

I'm just waiting for them to respond to my email. And I wonder where they got it from, if they nicked it themselves or if someone else supplied it and claimed it as theirs.

Fuck it.

Pissed off, yes, pissed off to the point of my cheeks going red, but also sad and disappointed.
So, I was browsing the team MiG website, clicked on the link for their yahoo group, and what do I see? One of my own photos that I took on the cast change matinee.
And I know this is silly, but it has really upset me. For some reason I've always thought of MiGcentral as a place safe to post personal things, like photos and drawings, since I trust the girls on there. I should have realised it's not the haven it was anymore, with all the newbies invading, but I never thought they'd just nick a photo and put it on their own front page. Just because I have no way of marking my photos it doesn't mean they're everyone's property. While I'm not normally someone who's easily offended, the pictures I take are important to me, no matter what they're are, and the cast change ones I was especially proud of.

I'm just waiting for them to respond to my email. And I wonder where they got it from, if they nicked it themselves or if someone else supplied it and claimed it as theirs.

Fuck it.

So he's really not coming back. I don't think I ever actually expected him too either, but it's still like someone's punched me in the stomach. No more Miggy? It can't be! I don't mind not getting to see his Galileo again, as much as I'll miss him in the show, but what about seeing *him*? That's what makes my heart and stomach ache. No more MiG hugs, the ones that make you feel like nothing could ever go wrong again? No more classic 'What are you doing here?!', cheesy grins (except for on press photos?) or that special look he gives you? No more feeling happy just knowing you'll see him soon?
Please, don't let that scenario come true. Don't let him give up London completely.
God, now I understand what you Aussie girls felt like when he left.

Give me a few days and I'll be able to be excited for him and his shining career about being selfishly sad at the same time. I promise.

Sorry, but I need to have a little rant.
I wish people would have some faith in MiG surviving the bottom three on his own, without their Team MiG. Because he would! We know he would!
I don't know... It feels strange. It feels obsessive. It's fantastic that he's gathered such a strong following, but it makes the INXS/RockStar followers think that we're all like that. Blind, hopelessly devoted (yes, Grease-pun) and starry-eyed teens voting our fingers off for hours straight, and I don't want the fans' image to reflect badly on MiG. I'm just afraid it will turn people off of him, something I can see starting to happen.

'Team MiG'... It sounds great, doesn't it? I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. Am I simply being irrational?

I'm finally startng to recover from a fantastic weekend, physically and mentally... Sleep depravation and MiG girls-missing are tough things to deal with.
There were so many highlights from those two and half days I wouldn't even know where to start, not to mention it would probably be a list as long as my arm. But just a few things I want to say.

Harriet, Floey, Gen and Becca - just in case you haven't heard it enough, you girls are fucking awesome. You should be so proud of yourself for pulling this off, giving everyone who came an incredible night and raising all this money for such an important cause. Making a profit before having sold the CD and the photos? That says something.
It was so good seeing the three beautiful RENT girls in the tombola stand. Shirley, Jo and Charlie, it was lovely to finally meet you. You could not have given us a better or warmer welcome with the huge smiles and hugs when we came over - you made me all happy and you're all even more gorgeous than I pictured you.
Then joined by Saz and Claire... Boy, too much hotness! Saz, I just loved your hair, and you are most definitely a swan.
And V, my little roomie fangirl ;) What a weekend, yabbering on and on about We Will Rock You and Rockstar. Something I can never do at home without earning tired looks from the people around me. Awesome.

The only downside to meeting all these wonderful Miggy girls is that I now have even more people to miss, and more reasons to want to go back... But there is always November.

Directions: type "(your name) is" with the quotes, into a Google search then pick out your favourite responses. Copy and paste the responses below.

Interesting:
katarina is experiencing changes and it is obvious that she is moving into a period that should bring her many more options
katarina is a master in melting the souls of her listeners with her warm personal energy
katarina is a fearsome opponent
katarina is devious
katarina is invincible (the black knight springs to mind...)
katarina is not one to shy away from a croud


Flattery:
katarina is a goddess (why, thank you)
katarina is so classy and stylish (oh, stop it...)
katarina is 5'8" tall and slender (huh, I wish)
katarina is much more than a pretty face (yep, and don't you forget that!)


Non flattery:
katarina is a large 21 year old female whale (watch it, pal)
katarina is drinking and eating the whole day long (not all day, I swear!)
katarina is a male (hey!)


A bit strange:
katarina is based in london and requires a minimum booking of 6 hours (Um... Booking for what, exactly???)
katarina is a swedish cosmetologist with extensive background in styling (I hope this isn't a vision of my future)


Just wacky:
katarina is a 35 year old undercover agent who enjoys bird watching
katarina is in the midst of training to perfect her skills as a wrestler
katarina is forced to hide in a peasant household

I'm not even going to ask.


The results I got for Kat were (at some points) more accurate...
kat is moving on in her life
kat is being introduced to her new classmates
kat is looking for work
kat is always worth listening to
kat is wounded near the end

(also got 'kat is drowning cowboys' - wtf?)


This cheered me up! Thanks, Hazzles!

Valparaiso - Sting
I Wanna Be Sedated - The Ramones
The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana, unplugged in NY (I actually prefer it over Bowie)
Hanging By A Moment - Lifehouse
Somewhere In Between - Lifehouse
Mr Brightside - The Killers *heart*
Scar - Missy Higgins
Follow Through - Gavin DeGraw
She Has No Time - Keane
Let me Rest In Pieces - Saliva
Places You Have Come To Fear The Most - Dashboard Confessional
Waiting - Green Day

Thank god for music.



I'm so fucking tired and on the edge. I hate feeling like this.

No, I won't, but I'm worried that they are going to get crashed anyway.
I love my cousin - he is the sweetest guy, and he's had a lot of bad things coming to him. Still, he remains the optimist.
Too optimist, I'm afraid sometimes. His familiy has a history of so to speak reaching for the stars, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that - it's what you should do. What worries me is that they never really take into account that the dreams could fail, cue horrible disappointment when they do.
So, now, my cousin is apparently recording an album. He was on the radio, some guy in a band heard him and contacted him about recording with them. My cousin is already so set on this, and it worries me. It just doesn't happen this easy, normally. I'm afraid that there is going to be some big catch, maybe that he'll have to finance a large part of the recording himself, or something like it.
He's already asked me if I could write some lyrics for him. No, I can't. I write poems, and I haven't even done that in ages. And I almost feel like I'm expected to get as excited as he is, about the possibility of being a songwriter, but I can't.

I know this seems silly and it's hard to explain why it worries me, but he is the kind of person that gets completely caught up in these sorts of things, and is completely positive that things will work his way. He's going to be famous, one way or another - he's the kind of guy who auditions for reality shows.
I just pray he doesn't get hurt should this blow up. I don't want that to happen.

Things from Barcelona that won't be forgotten:

Me and Melanie not being able to open the door when we got to the apartment and obviously scaring Carolyn so bad that she didn't speak to us more than five times in four weeks.
The first impression of the apartment. It was baaad. And now I'd do almost anything to be back there.
First day in school. I've never been so confused and terrified in my life.
The fact that the first thing they talked about when i got shoved into a class was the wedding between Barbie and someone called T.W.

Dave and Trevor's grins. The cheesiest I've seen, next to MiG's.
The night when we were playing King with Kiki and the boys. That was one of the best nights of the whole month.
Mocking Dave who was writing down the rules and not able to spell 'girls'. "Okay, there's no 'u' in girls, is there?"
Trevor getting down on the floor (one of the rules created during the game) to drink at every person's "Have you ever?" and Dave moaning at him - without drinking himself, te he. Innocent boy.
The look on Daves face when we did the category 'bad words in Spanish' - I say 'cola', Dave asks what it is, I point at his crotch and Trevor falls of his chair laughing.

Hot, hot waiter (from now on named 'Guapo') calling us guapas while taking our picture. "La sonrisa, chicas, la sonrisa!"
Him laughing and saying "Yeah, take a picture of the waiter as well!" when I took the camera, aasking to see how it turned out and then sticking his tongue out at it (I don't blame him, unfortunately - hot as he is, he doesn't really photograph well)
Him teasing us about not knowing what we wanted to eat when we came - according to him, you should always have an idea what you want when you come to a restaurant.
His 'waiter-pose'.
Maria immediately saying "Oh, that waiter you were talking about is working tonight!" when we came to the cafe - she'd never seen him, but she recognised him from the sheer hotness.
Finding that the street where the cafe is, is called 'Casanova'. Seriously, what are the odds?

Working with Dave trying to teach him the rolling Spanish 'R'. Poor guy, it's so difficult for Americans.
Him and Trevor looking so incredibly boy-ish in their shorts, t-shirts and backpacks.
Coming into Shoko, saying 'There's no way we'll ever spot anyone we know in this place', and the next second noticing the guys waving at us.
Dave falling asleep next to 'the plant', as he put it, and being out for two hours without Trevor or the others even noticing him being gone, poor boy.
Dave dancing. I'm sorry, but that boy made me look relaxed on the dance floor.
Him thinking I wanted a kiss when I was leaning towards him to shout something over the music, and obliging. Well, not what I was after, but I sure didn't mind! (You can't tell I had a thing for him, can you?)
Trevor dancing. I had a hunch he'd be the better one of them, but he actually surprised me - the dude really could dance!
The look on the guys' faces when the new Dutch boys came to move in and they hadn't even finished packing. "Yeah, we should've been out of here hours ago.. Oh fuck, there goes our deposit."
Them helping us taking out the garbage that had been piling up for a week, despite being in a hurry.
Bumping into the guys after they moved out, and the day happening to be Dave's birthday. And would you know it, we'd guessed his age exactly.

Jaeron's first words to the Russian girl who moved in the same day as he and Mark did being "Get your stuff out! Clean the bathroom!" It sounds a lot worse than it is, though - she didn't understand English very well, and he was trying to point out the important stuff in what he was saying. Didn't work that well, did it?
Him saying 'snooze' instead of 'sneeze'. I know it was probably a bit mean to laugh, but it was just so cute! After that we said 'Salud!' or 'Jesús!' every time my phone set off in the mornings.
Mark making breakfast for Jaeron - even pouring him juice! It was so sweet.
Getting home from the club exactly at the same time as them, despite us having moved on to other clubs after Shoko closed - they'd been walking all the way home - and then staying up chatting until six in the morning.
To teaching them how to play a Swedish game of cards, nicely translated by us into 'Crappy old man', and them just loving it - boring as it is. They started playing it among themsleves even when we got tired of it. Though when we were playing it all four, one of them usually ended up the crappy old man.

My last day in school - I've never laughed so much in school in my whole life.
Jordi lauging. We did goofy things all afternoon just to set him off, his laugh was hillarious. Only there have I ever dared to laugh openly at - and with! - my teacher.
To David saying the day after I took a day off after having been out too late 'Oh, so you missed the whole day, it wasn't just my hours? Thank god, I thought I'd done something wrong... (to a new girl) You see, usually Katarina is the most dependable student, always here and here first, but yesterday... She had things to do." His facial expression... Yeah, you probably had to be there to find it funny.
Being alone in class with three Brasilians. Interesting experience.
Luiza doing an impression of me, making David (and everyone else) bend over the table laughing while saying how mean she was and that I should get back at her.
The same thing happening a few minutes later when I got my revenge.
The cuteness of Nicolás and Alex, being so different and yet the most awesome boys in the whole school. Who just happened to be in my class.
Singing the title song from 'Pippi Longstocking' along with Favien in class
Speaking Spanish all day long, and realising every now and then how much I was learning.
Stefan making a sign to put on the door saying 'clase de las locas' (class of the crazy ones) just because Luiza, Favien and me were 'putting on a show' in the break.

Okay, this is getting way too long and most probably no one has any interest in it. But getting it out was nice. I have a feeling there will be more tomorrow.

Wow. Watching that preview has made me both teary and excited at the same time. That's our Miggy on there, about to be seen by half the world (alright, slight exaggeration, but you get what I mean). It's so incredible for him. And for us. It's amazing to see him grow like this, and it's lovely seeing him so happy.
"I'm ready for this"? Hell yeah he is!

They just better be appreciating him. He's not the lucky one, they are. They're lucky to have him.

Well, here I'm back in good old Sweden again after my quick visit to London... I'm so glad I went. I know I would have regretted it *so* much if I hadn't. I told my mum that, and she answered "I told you so! Aren't you glad I said you should go?" I sure am. My dad is not as pleased, of course. He's not exactly angry - at least not showing it - but he still claims that I have a problem with becoming too enthusiastic about things and overdoing them.
Which is true. I do have that problem quite often, I do. But that's not what London is about, and he just won't get that. And he sure doesn't get the fact that I only went this time to say goodbye to MiG. But I simply had to.

When MiG asked me what I was doing there (as usual) and I said it was my last chance of coming over before he left, that I wanted to say goodbye and wish him luck, he said "You are too sweet! You came all this way just to wish me good luck?" Well, when he puts it like that it just makes me sound sad!
It was lovely seeing him again, though. I believe Wednesday's conversation was probably the longest I've had with him - despite him having friends waiting for him in Hugo's! - and he seemed so happy, so excited about the Rockstar project. And that made me happy for him as well. I was certain I would break down when I saw him, or something like it, but when it came to it I really didn't want my probably last time seeing him to be a sad one. I'm glad it wasn't. Instead it was all fun. Chatting, laughter, hugs and kisses... Being called lovely, special, a genious... The guy sure does know how to make people feel good about themselves, even at the times when you know it's all flatter. The Spanish in him coming out, I'd guess, te he. Although he needs to work on his Spanish. No more 'mierde', not acceptable, dude.
I wonder if he'll try and impress Simone with saying 'I love you' in sign... He wanted me to show him how to say that.

I'm so grateful to that man. Sounds silly, perhaps, but it's true. When I look at photos that are a bit over a year old, I hardly recognise myself. I was a different person in so many ways, and I'm so much more comfortable with myself now than I was back then. The friends I've made through the show (and MiG), the things I've done, all has helped me get a stronger confidence, to get over a whole lot of shyness and to feel better about myself, and not being the little mouse that I was. I'm not saying it's all thanks to MiG, but he sure played a part in it.
(Seriously, you ought to see the pics from 'before' and 'after' - I almost find it scary)

In all, I'm in a surprisingly good mood. True it's starting to kick in that this was most probably my last time ever seeing MiG, but I am happy I got to actually say a proper goodbye instead of just writing a letter, and I couldn't have had a more wonderful last time. Perhaps that has something to do with my usual horrible post-London depression not showing its ugly face.
Only sad thing about the trip was that I did't get to see the girls as planned. Next time! When there are no more mumps.
(and I'm so buying you drinks, Harriet - I'm gonna start lifting weights just in case :P )

... but time lives.
I was out with a friend this weekend - doing what we do best, sitting at a café chatting for hours - and it struck us. Yesterday, it was exactly two years since we graduated college. Two years since we were riding around town in the car, singing, whistling, waving to all the other graduates who were just as hyped as we were... Partying all night at Tegnér's, the emotional goodbyes at school the next day, the choir's specially rewritten version of Fame's "Give Me Your Love", all the tears, the hugs, lying in the park the whole afternoon with the others because we just didn't want to say goodbye and let the day end... The very same 'anniversary thoughts' came to me this time last year as well, only now, suddenly, another year has just flown away. Two years. It scares me. If I'm accepted at MAH, will those three years go by as fast as these two? No doubt they will.

Friendship is a wonderful, wonderful thing. During the three years in college, I made some of the best friends I've ever had in my life. I miss them. Now, they're all flying around the world, or at least Sweden, and we can't have the closeness we used to. But whenever we do manage meet up, or just chat on the phone, it's like we were never apart.
Ida is not allowed to stay in the States. Nu-uh. Definitely not. Too far away. And same goes for Andrea - if she goes off to Nicaragua, I'm going to make her sign a contract that she'll have to come back.
And for myself? Who knows. Three more years at uni then I'll have my degree and will be free to use it wherever I may like... To qoute The Clash - London's calling. At least that's in an overcomeable distance. And there are people I miss in London, too.

I have a craving to watch Cinderella. Hmm... Now, there's a tricky question. Revision or a film?
I guess I know the answer. Semantics, here I come.

I have just come hoem from the possibly worst, most time-wasting class ever in my life. We have our final exam in less than two weeks, and our bloody lecturer wastes our time with making us do an assignment in comparing different languages to Swedish. I have spent three hours today - minus ten minutes when I was talking myself - listening to people who had no idea what they were talking about trying to explain the basics in Persian, Romanian, French, Italian, and many, many more languages.
That could have been very interesting, if people had actually been able to explain these things coherently, which they weren't. It would have been endurable if they had stuck to the ten minutes each group had to their advantage, but most didn't. And it would have been a lot easier if some of them could speak a bit better Swedish, which, alas, they couldn't.

Three hours. My thoughts during the last thirty minutes were, to quote Mabel Washington: "Take me now, Jesus, and get it overwith!"

And, none of this will be on the exam, no, of course not. She doesn't expect us to actually learn any of it. Well, that's just great, but then why do it at all?! Let us spend our time on the things we actually do need to learn for the exam! She does that all the time. She explains something, and then says "Oh, don't mind this, you don't have to learn it". All the time. We don't even know what it is we do need to learn. Not that we'd be able to do that anyway, not with her. She can't teach. I don't think I've ever learned so little during two weeks.