I´m pissed off.
I promised myself NOT to be "Swedish" about it. You know,
"...I´m just so happy to have entered the competition..."
"..it´s an athlete´s dream to compete and represent your country in the bla bla bla, therefore I don´t feel a failure ending up in 131th place..."
"...I could feel it too much in my hamstring, groin, head, stomach, _ and therefore I didn´t make it..." (fill out the blank with any body part).
"...When the bird farted, my rhythm got thrown off and it disturbed me..."
"...my outfit was too tight and didn´t fit me/broke/was the wrong colour/last year´s fashion..."
We have a freakin´ great idea.
We have a brilliant award-winning team.
We have more personality than all "techies" I´ve ever met added together.
And we didn´t make it through to the final.
I´m PISSED OFF, DISAPPOINTED & ANGRY. (And worried that someone in the jury will steal my idea.) If there had been a reporter sticking a microphone in my face right now, I would ask them to go and do things to themselves, which you normally can not do on your own.
I´m going to sulk for a day and then it´s back to the drawing board and our original time plan.
Revenge is Sweet.