I really, really, really hate my schedule for the second half of exchange. I have lessons just twice a week but they're spaced in such a way that I can only get away for three days at any one time. wtf? So now basically in trying to meet up with Collen my one way air ticket is 600SEK instead of 300SEK (on a sidenote, I hate Ryanair too. And Wizzair. and Easyjet.).
Oh I might as well go the whole hog and hate that I don't have a flying pony.
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You meet all sorts of people at work, and that is one reason why I REALLY enjoy working. But you also meet idiots like the one I had to work with today. The first time we worked together he basically stood around smsing instead of doing a single thing. Oh and he spent the whole day asking and asking and asking about how much money he would get and said he would never work again cos the pay was too lousy (i. the REAL workers-- like the cafe hosts and curators-- aren't even paid. ii. it's a student nation. what did you expect? you don't work here for the money?!). The most enthusiasm he showed was when it was lunchtime and he took heapfuls of food.
Today, he went one up and decided to deride SG's political scene as one of no consequence; to sneer at our population size; to pass completely unwarranted and ridiculous remarks like "wah ni kan na nu hai hao PANG AH! DA PANG ZI"-- seriously, fucker, just because she cannot understand Chinese doesn't mean you can shoot your ass-mouth off like that. And what was worse was that the girl in question wasn't even fat, just a bit fleshy, and incredibly incredibly nice to boot. When I snapped at himfor that he said "zhong guo ren jiang shi hua" wtf? if every person from China I met was like that I would nuclear bomb the country; he's such an insult to his people. Oh he complained about EVERYTHING-- the cafe host (I tuned him out and refused to speak to him so I don't know what he said), the food (it tastes horrible according to him but he took TONS of it home anyway), my way of lighting candles, how we ladled food out, how we were making vanilla sauce (he snatched the fork from me and commenced whacking upon which huge splatters of cream flew out. IDIOT. did he bother cleaning up? NO I HAD TO DO IT. BASTARD. BASTARDO. MERDE.).
At one point I found myself fingering a serrated breadknife rather speculatively.
And crapass stop grabbing my fingers every time you take a plate from me. CRAPASS. Even Anastacia-- and she is the most accommodating person I have ever met-- found him weird and said that he stood wayyy too close to her, doing NOTHING while she was rushing to finish her tasks. OH AND HE TOLD HER TO HER FACE THAT HE HATES HER MASCARA. huh????????????????????????????
Have I ever met a bigger manbitch? NO. I rolled my eyes VERY VERY VERY obviously when he said something about being interested in a Turkish girl he'd met because HEY YOU'D HAVE TO BE DEAF DUMB BLIND AND RETARDED to even reciprocate. Poor Turkish girl.
Rant over.
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At this point the only thing tying me back to Singapore is dance. Really. If not for that I would be writing emails appealing for a year long exchange or to quit school and stay in Sweden and never go back. I'm not looking forward to going home (apart from dance dance dance), because the mere thought of having to be there-- or even having to travel with my parents in December omgwtfbbq-- is killing me. Yes, go ahead, regret sending your ungrateful bitch of a daughter on exchange. I don't care so long as you stop yelling at me about taking pot or smoking or whatever (all of which i'm NOT doing), or expect me to plan every single detail of your trips and then pop in with seven million other suggestions and "oh we should have gone to switzerland"s. GIVE ME A BREAK.
ok rant REALLY over.
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Yesterday in lit class we were doing presentations on Shakespeare's Hamlet; we were each supposed to choose a scene from a movie version and sort of compare it with the text. We watched Williamson, Kline (?), and the Mel Gibson one, but nothing ever came close to Branagh's version.
I chose Act III Scene 1, when he does his soliloquy on "to be or not to be", and then encounters Ophelia and talks to her. Sitting in class I nearly wept as I played the DVD for that scene. Branagh is incredible. He switched my entire perspective of Hamlet, and I really didn't know my view of him could be changed like that.
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I successfully dodged my stalker HA. I am good!
And the BW girls apparently don't hate my warm-ups :)
Now the unappreciative beast of an ingrate shall go and rush her opposition for tomorrow's essay standoff. hell.
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OH ONE MORE THING. I hate that my screwy lesson plans turned into screwy timing for prague so that I'm missing dance2xs prague's project element by TWO DAYS when the hostel I booked is RIGHT next to the venue. like on purpose. like omg slay me. like omg ok stop rant stop do work do work.