You know, one of these days I’d really like to write something all good in this thing. Every time things start looking up, something inevitably happens. I’m so sick of it. My mom sent me an email in the middle of the night last night, going back to complaining and guilting …
So. It’s over. No presentation, no degree. Not any time soon anyway. My work sucked due to a serious lack of supervision and help and there was no quick and easy fix. So now I start over with PeO as my other supervisor, he’s gonna help me with the calculation …
Well, the examiner situation finally got resolved, no thanks to anyone but me. Calle was finally approved the same day he wanted the finished paper submitted. We compromised to Friday lunch and I spent all evening, all night, all morning writing and editing. Sent out to Mario and Göran, Mario …
I feel like I want to cry and scream, I’m so frustrated right now. I contacted one of my old professors to be examiner and she sounded positive to the idea but now I get an email saying she can’t because my IDIOT supervisor is apparently trying to get Calle (my 1st …
The love of my life, my best friend, my furry baby…is gone. Worst day of my life thus far. Don’t want to talk about it, too hard. I’m a mess. Some other time perhaps. In other news, N has been shittalking me really badly apparently. So now at least I …
I’m extremely anxious. To make matters worse, my choice of examiner (Calle, who so graciously accepted in a heartbeat) might fall through because the damn examiner group feels like it should be a professor and Calle isn’t one. So now I have to wait for them. Fucking shit. I really …
I completely lost my shit today. Worst day ever. Firstly, N announces, out of the blue, as he’s making dinner: “Oh by the way, Kim is on webcam just FYI.” Talk about having a ton of bricks dropped on my head. This made me so ridiculously uncomfortable in my own skin …
The date is set and it’s not a happy occasion. Wednesday, May 25, 2PM we go to the vet. I’m crying my eyes out. She’s gonna be gone. As much as I know it’s for her own good, that it’s the best solution, it still hurts. She’s been my best …
My weird mood passed after spending a few hours organizing our stories. I had an idea. I’m making a book, as a gift for K. Printing our stories etc. I even wrote a new one. Doing that got me out of my mood and into a good one, at least …
I’m tired. Not due to a lack of sleep. I’m tired of weird moods and today I’m in a weird mood. Everything bothers me. It’s like a weird mix of irritated, sad, resentful, lonely. I think part of it is the always-present sense that everyone is out there living their …