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[hathycol]

That's it. I Give Up. If I don't know about the Stupidly Complex Labour Party Structure, then I really no longer care. I know a stupid amount about Trde Unions; about STV *hugs Iona*; about ethnicity, age and gener; about class; about FPTP; about referenda; about TV; about pretty much everything. Except funding. But then, as was pointed out on the notes which I stole from someone else 'There's never been a question on funding - how can she set a mock on it?'

When you get right down to it, it's a mock. If I fail, I fail. End of story. So... yeah. And I don't think I'll fail. Maybe a B, or a C. All good.

At some point tonight, I have to go and do my media prep for the essay I have tomorrow afternoon. (Claudine, you cow. Timed essay on a Friday afternoon? What kind of monster is she?) Oh, and I really, really, really should leanr my RADA. Now, here is my theory: A sonnet is... erm... 12/4 lines (I Don't Do Literature) so I can, theoretically, learn that in an hour, prance into Jayne and declare that I'd like to work on my sonnet, please. I then learn my speech over the weekend. Between watching various films avec Simon I'm sure the time is hidden somewhere.

And now I'm stupidly tired.

So I will go to bed to OSA and start writing the damned thing ARGH where have my ideas gone to MSA to do my media essay. Which, really, is what needs doing.

Curse my procrastination.

~Hathy_Col~