The future?

Fucking terrifies me.

I'm really just writing out of guilt.

I know I promised to keep this blog up to date, but what can I say? Blame children's psychology.

So, my first semester is over, and I now have my first 20 points of a teacher's degree. Hopefully this second semester is going to be an eyeopener and help me decide whether this is really what I want ot not. We have work experience in two weeks, and I'm sort of dreading it. That can't be good, can it? I'm supposed to be looking forward to it. Everyone else is. And if I'm dreading these two weeks, how am I going to feel once I'm actually going to start working full time, for 40 years no less (as my mentor keeps telling me that I am)?

You know, snark really brings light into this world. TWoP is my savior on dark days; there's nothing to make me giggle like the OTH thread. When it comes to snark I have a lot to learn, but I think I will get there eventually with such great teachers. And while I'm learning, they provide excellent entertainment at the same time.

I was going through my old Gilmore Girls cds the other day and watching my favourite episodes; also very good for cheering up. I'd forgotten how many hillarious lines there are. 'Oy with the poodles already', 'Walk as you babble, please', 'People are being particularly stupid today', 'I'm going to go make out in the coatroom. Don't eat my chicken' and to add the most recent gem: 'Welcome to the SH, bitch'.
And if I ever say 'I'm lovin' you like a two dollar whore'? Please don't take offence, I am only quoting Lorelai. I really need to work that one into my conversations more often, but you know, people in Sweden react in funny ways when you suddenly start speaking a different language.
Oh, and also - the alleged character assassination of Jess? I don't see it. Really, I never did. I loved the asshatty jerk even at his worst. Rory, on the other hand... That is character assassination at its finest.
I miss Naked!Guy, also known as Marty.

See? When you don't know what to write about, ramble on about Gilmore Girls. I can't help it, I love that show. It's my guilty pleasure.
Or was that One Tree Hill?
Oh, screw it, you're allowed two, right?