"Before you know I'll be over the water like a swallow"

Perhaps this seems to come out of the blue, but it doesn't. At least not for me.


I don't know why I applied to Uppsala University at all. I really don't want to stay here another year. And when I say "really don't want to" I mean I'd rather have a Hugh Grant marathon followed by a Rolling Stones marathon followed by a Charles Dickens audiobook marathon. For those of you who don't understand how much I do not want that, this picture illustrates it pretty well:

I want to stay in Uppsala as much as Dan wants Rorschach to die.

If I don't get in at Lund I want to start studying next year and work abroad for a while first. I'm thinking fruit picking in Australia (hey, I've always wanted to go there) or something like that. In fact, I might do it even if I get in at Lund this year. See, if I start (the equivalent of) a BA in Arabic next semester, I'll be done the year I turn 25. Who knows where my wanderlust might have gone by then?


My favourite Kate Bush song: hxxp://www.sendspace.com/file/racc6x
Change the x's to t's.