Sustained Criticism

I found the mermaid dress on sale at Karen Millen. And could not buy it. Bah! If I find it again in London, in my size, I will not be held responsible for the money I spend. They had rhinestone-shoes, and a rhinestone-clutch, too. BAH!

I did find this, which was affordable. And pink, I don't know what is going on with me. But the sleeves, the sleeves, and the neck-line.

We're finding United Nude, on Friday, and getting up at three. London, London, London. I bought foot suplies, today, compeed and a moisturiser. Otherwise the packing is going veyr badly. As is homework I should have been doing. I can't concentrate for the life of me. I should have been reading both History, Norwegian and Social Anthroplogy. Must do homework, must get those blasted 6's. Must pack, too. FOCK.

And I love having to inform some poor confused person that I am not English. Everyone are more than welcome to assume that I am English; I enjoy ascertaining that I am not.

O, the bloody dilemma! I want nothing more than to study in England, on one hand. But Norwegian is hardly taught anywhere but here, and therein lies my dilemma: I want to read English, French and Norwegian on undergraduate level, and then English on graduate. Undergraduate is approximately three years. But where to study? Norway, the first three, and then run off to England somewhere? Or England right away? - Or I could swap either Norwegian of French with Russian.

I fear that if I stay here for three more years my dreams'll rot away, and I'll be too established to pick up and move to England. But there is no way I'm doing English graduate studies in Norway. Englishmen, at the very least, sound divine. It doesn't get much worse than Norwenglish.

And if you're wondering, I'm not quite sure about the French. I want to learn the language, and I want to read the great thinkers of "le revolution" ("Liberté, egalité, fraternité ou la morte!") but if I end up with another daft teacher I shall do something drastic.