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Life is gooooood and life is greeeaaaatttt because I have FINISHED MY EXAMS.

ADIOS, ESPANOL.

So, yes, life? Is good. It began yesterday, actually. I always feel a little blue upon returning from Cambridge, and my current hormonal state (I'm at that lovely stage where I'm desperate to clean and cry possibly simultaneously) meant that the washing up pile bought me pain. I went upstairs, unpacked, and went downstairs to discover the Techno German National Anthem.

There is something wonderful about dancing to really bad techno music and the fact it was a remoxed version of the German national anthem was wonderful. It also bought out the xenophobia intherant in my house.

Me: Scottish... national anthem? That indicates that you're, like, a nation. Some people should know when THEY'VE BEEN CONQUERED.

Katie: Some people should know when THEY'RE GOING TO GET A SLAP.

This resulted in people singing the bit about sending King Edwards army South loudly at me. God Save The Queen doesn't have the same ring (it's the bloody UK anthem anyway) and then it turned out Derya was the only one to know the second verse. Which led to the old thing of "two world wars and one world cup, darling" (oddly, the Scots join in with me on this one, which indicates some selective choices regarding nationality but there we are) and then we all danced to the Chinese Techno Anthem.

I have to point out that we're not that xenophobic, really. It's all in good fun and we know that we're talking crap really. It was just so silly and actually cried with laughter at one point and oh, it was wonderful.

What else? So, this morning. I woke up at nine, realised I knew prepositions and decided that I would go back to bed for another two hours to celebrate. Such is life.

I think I did okay on the actual exam, although this is probably the most moronic sentence I've ever written:

"Tengo una hermana. Se llama Megan. Megan es muy antipatico. Es alta pero no soy alto."

("I have one sister. She is called Megan. Megan is very unfriendly. She is tall but I am not tall.")

The fact is, though, IT'S BUGGARING OVER. NO MORE SPANISH FOR ME.

This is obviously a very, very happy thing. I am SO GLAD that I have finished the bastarding Spanish. No more for me! (Unless I fail, but I'm not thinking about that right now.) The sun seems to shine brighter, my washing is in, and I'm ignoring the mess in the kitchen because it scares me. Tomorrow I go back to the world of Liverpool - road trip, baby! - and then I'm going to Cambridge for a week.

I have officially completed a whole semster at university and now I have two and a half weeks of bliss ahead of me. Oh, yay.

Also I am going Bopping tonight. FANTASTIC.

~Hathy_Col~