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Jan. 14th, 2007 05:25 pmRevision is driving me three different kinds of mad. I just described the Mau-Mau Rebellion down the phone to Simon. I'm fairly confident about the essay, although the gobbets, unless I'm lucky, are going to be my downfall. They were last semester, though, so I'm past caring.
In under half an hour, I'm going to see The Last King of Scotland by myself. This is very sad, I realise, but I'm past caring. Then I will come home, make my ready-meal Tikka Masala, and then crawl into bed and hope that tomorrow sort of doesn't happen. I'm not stressed about it, but the whole atmosphere in the house is one of relief that the bad exam is over, or that the whole exam cycle is over for them, and I'm just beginning my week of hell.
Expect lots of whinging. And wailing. And self-flaggelation about not turning up to what may have, in fact, been quite important exams.
Oh, god, and I've got work on my two days 'off'.
I AM A CRAZY PERSON WATCH ME GO CRAZY LOOK UNDERPANTS ON THE HEAD.
In under half an hour, I'm going to see The Last King of Scotland by myself. This is very sad, I realise, but I'm past caring. Then I will come home, make my ready-meal Tikka Masala, and then crawl into bed and hope that tomorrow sort of doesn't happen. I'm not stressed about it, but the whole atmosphere in the house is one of relief that the bad exam is over, or that the whole exam cycle is over for them, and I'm just beginning my week of hell.
Expect lots of whinging. And wailing. And self-flaggelation about not turning up to what may have, in fact, been quite important exams.
Oh, god, and I've got work on my two days 'off'.
I AM A CRAZY PERSON WATCH ME GO CRAZY LOOK UNDERPANTS ON THE HEAD.