Ramblings before time is out

You know how much I love Les Misérables, right? And that I can start bawling just listening to it? Well, normally that would be the case when I watch it, too, but apparently it's not the best idea to watch a just as (if not more) emotional matinee show like Blood Brothers before rushing to Queen's to do Les Mis in the evening. I was completely empty. I'd cried and cried at the Phoenix before - thank god I had no one on either side of me - and could barely squeeze out a few tears when the barricade fell. That is saying a lot about the effect of BB.

Not much left now. Our last day at uni is on Monday, when we present our final exam analysis, and then I've completed this year of wasted time and money and can hopefully move on to doing what I want to. But I'm going to miss my coursemates. We've had a lot of fun during this year, but no matter how much you want to keep in touch it usually ebbs out after a while. Sad but true. Hopefully there'll be some new friendships during the fall, if only I get in. I'm really dreading getting the letter telling me my marks weren't high enough - I want this so bad. I've finally figured out what I want, and the possibility of not being able to do it frightens me.

It's awesome to know that there are some people you don't lose touch with no matter how much time passes without seeing. Lovely cake drop-in at E's yesterday with making plans to go out for lunch on Wednesday. Babe's 21! I miss her, but seeing as she's going to work in Copenhaguen she's actually going to be closer to here than she's been in ages. Before she heads off to Umeå, that is. *pouts*

I really should get some work done on the analysis.
Although perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let my teammate be responsible for the last bits... I felt like I was taking over a lot yesterday, without being able to help it. But I like writing. I've always written a lot. I might even go as far as saying I've gotten quite good at it and I've always found it difficult writing together with someone else, someone who doesn't necessarily use the same language as I do. It's hard compromising your style and it's very easy being set on using your own wording, especially when you're the one doing the typing. It's not something I'm doing intentionally, but I can't seem to let it go. Written sentences in Swedish need to be perfectly worded, adequately complicated and just the right length.