The first rant of the summer

I know I know. I've been back home for 4 days and still haven't found "time" to blog. I'm just that good of a blogger.

Being home is good. Sweden is surprisingly warm which is amazing. I've been eating loads, in this pace I'd gain 20 kg by the end of the summer (so I need to watch it). Met a friend on Saturday talked for 9 hours -not kidding. I've also been driving again. After a whole year away from the wheel it was quite scary going back (forgetting which pedal is which is not really ideal). But after a 2 hour drive with my dad today it all came back and I even drove all the way from Fosie industri område back to our place (which includes 1 trafficlight and 3 roundabouts). It's sad but I'm actually boasting.

But of course everything hasn't been smooth sailing, because that wouldn't be my life. It comes as a no surprise that it's a Uni related. Yesterday evening, I got an email from my Undergraduate office, saying I had to retake an exam since I missed it. Immediate readtion: W H A T  T H E  F * C K! Wasn't it awful enough having forced me to sit through that horrible exam? Now they're saying I didn't take it?!

At this stage, I thought my Uni couldn't surprise me anymore (really they've done practically everything I thought a University shouldn't do), but obviously I was wrong. How could I show them my attendence slip when it's in London? How can I show them anything when I'm in Sweden for that matter? Will I have to take a resit exam? Will I have to fly back to London to sort it out? Imagine those thoughts plus loads of other about the awesome administration at my Uni, running through my brain 1000 miles/sec. I emailed them back, struggling to refrain from writing the f-word and called them in the morning. Apparently, it was an automatic email sent out to some students and I quote "doesn't apply to you". Well then why did you f*cking send it to me in the first place?!

I don't know when my uni will stop giving me unnecessary heartattacks, but I guess I just have to be prepared for whatever whenever.

Sincerely,
Tiffany

That Oxford

Good night y'all.
Having a really bad pain in my feet from a day of walking in Oxford. Yup, quite spontaneously me and 2 friends decided we're gonna take the bus to Oxford, that Oxford with the university and stuffs (is there another one?). So off in the early morning we go and an hour later we're in the cutest and one of the most architectural stunning city I've been to.

I absolutely despise doing touristy stuff (and walking around with my elephant to a camera around my arm didn't help) but it was quite alright because...I was actually a tourist. Loads of beautiful buildings, loads more colleges and universities (so many Harry Potter references so little time) and loads of cute small shops. Imagine my jumping-up-and-down excitement walking into the Alice in Wonderland shop. It was heaven! (Then the £2 bookshop wasn't that bad either...)

Let me just tell you, I've never been to Oxford and I don't know anyone in Oxford, but when I went to Oxford for the first time I indeed met someone I knew (and I don't know ANYBODY)! Apparently this girl I used to intern with lives 15 minutes from Oxford and just happened to be walking around the Chirstchurch university at the same day, at the same time as I was there. Now this is what needs to happen with me and Andrew Garfield in London (.....).

So I'm gonna leave you with 4 out of the 114 photos I took today. Cheerio.

My pathetic excuse for a blog

AND I am going to blog this summer. I am. I will. I should, would and could. So look out.

2nd year: over and done

Finished with my 2nd year and totally alive. Might've been obvious for you, but it certainly wasn't for me 28 days ago.

I'M DONE! DONE! DONE!

So what have I been up to these past 3 days of utter freedom? My cousin from Paris/Lincoln is visiting me and we've been here and there; eating, shopping, seeing Les Mis (2nd time in less than 2 months, effyeah), seeing Pirates of the Caribbean 4. Good stuff, good stuff (apart from Pirates 4 which is a pathetic excuse for a movie and you bet there's a review coming up).

2 weeks of interning at Craft Central is looking ahead and then 4 sweet months in Sweden. It's going to be a lovely (but skint) summer and I have a looooong list of stuff I'm planning to do, including watching another ton of movies, learning InDesign, take another ton of photos, bike around and read books. Try not to be jealous of my glamorous life. I wouldn't want to change it for anything else, I need the summer to relax after I've melted off my brain cramming in consumer psychology and churn out essays, articles and relfective logs these past 2 months.

Toodles,
Tiffany

16 days to freedom

Hey, I'm still alive. Incredible.

Currently listening to Tschaikowshy and reading 'Technology: advancing retail buyer performance in the twenty-first century', and yes it is actually 6 minutes past midnight. Although I'm so tired my eyes are about to fall out I just feel really bad for not studying earlier. (This is me punishing myself)

This is to all uni stundets out there struggling with exams and coursework: It will pay off! Keep on fighting. :) (Actually this is what I need to convince myself of)

Later,
Tiffany

Welcome to 26 days of hell

1st of May today. Which means exam prime time is upon me. I have 1 exam, 1 horrible (horrible, HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE) 2000 word article, a 1500 word Fashion buying essay, a 2 minute article pitch to film and a 1,500 portfolio of articles and reflective shit.

My last coursework submission date will be the 27th May. Hey, only 26 days left, you may think. But it's 26 unimaginably horrid and challenging days, which are so terrifying that 27th of May doesn't exsist in my mind right now. I can't see the light of the tunnel. These upcoming 26 days will without a doubt be the most difficult days of my life, as far as my diary says anyway. It's so packed I had to schedule breathing only every other day, well not really but you get the idea.

If I ever survive this, I will let you know, if not, I love you all.

Welcome to 26 days of hell.

With some luck, I'll see you on the other side
Yours truly,
Tiffany