A foxy blog about my scandalous adventures in grad school in Uppsala, Sweden. I think about history things a lot. I like to sleep, drink coffee, and I listen to terrible pop music, namely Turbo Folk and the music of the Eurovision song contest! I like to complain a lot. I commonly blog about Swedish/Uppsala things, Canadian/Edmonton things, Sherlock BBC things, Detroit Red Wings things, and whatever I feel like. My feels live here. My body is 50% whine, 50% wine. Deal with it.
The wheels are falling off my text and I am running out of fucks to givvveeee.
I have like 35 pages to edit. I was going to add more to the text and try to fix the graphics but just uggghhhh. I will EDIT this bitch and then leave notes for my supervisors about what I am going to add and change after. When we meet, I will send them an additional text or something.
I just made the dumbest little whining noise and I could feel my podmate judging me from across the room. What the FUCK. How am I human???
Going through and killing the passive voice in my own texts is the most painful thing I can think of…