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May. 16th, 2007 01:54 pmOne exam down. Current underwear-on-head-status: low.
It went pretty well, and I have A WHOLE TWENTY FOUR HOURS in which to revise for modern history tomorrow.
For the moment, though, I'm still like a bear with a sore head. Please, for your own sakes, just don't fuck with me for the next few days, As long as I'm kept supplied with milk, teabags, a working kettle and six hours sleep a night (that's six hours sleep; I tend to spend an hour here or there just lying, quite happily, in the dark. It's very restful) and a steady stream of wheat-free food (I have meal plans involving potatoes quite predominantly)then we're all going to survive the next three days.
Someone came to the exam today is full academic sub-fusc. Jesus. What a fucking knob.
So, this week I have to revise for another two subjects, do those exams, put in the deposit check to the estate agent, contact the landlord about moving in, and then after I've done all that on Friday, buy a bottle of cheap pink wine, chill it, and then sit out in the sun with my chilled wine and a book.
My pleasures in life are simple, but seriously, that is going to be a damned good afternoon right there.
It went pretty well, and I have A WHOLE TWENTY FOUR HOURS in which to revise for modern history tomorrow.
For the moment, though, I'm still like a bear with a sore head. Please, for your own sakes, just don't fuck with me for the next few days, As long as I'm kept supplied with milk, teabags, a working kettle and six hours sleep a night (that's six hours sleep; I tend to spend an hour here or there just lying, quite happily, in the dark. It's very restful) and a steady stream of wheat-free food (I have meal plans involving potatoes quite predominantly)then we're all going to survive the next three days.
Someone came to the exam today is full academic sub-fusc. Jesus. What a fucking knob.
So, this week I have to revise for another two subjects, do those exams, put in the deposit check to the estate agent, contact the landlord about moving in, and then after I've done all that on Friday, buy a bottle of cheap pink wine, chill it, and then sit out in the sun with my chilled wine and a book.
My pleasures in life are simple, but seriously, that is going to be a damned good afternoon right there.
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Date: 2007-05-16 01:25 pm (UTC)The Pentagon would do well to adopt this terminology, I feel.
Good luck! x
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Date: 2007-05-16 01:39 pm (UTC)Thank you! I will, er, be with the revision is whole minutes. Honest.
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Date: 2007-05-16 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 04:08 pm (UTC)Basically, it is people who need to get over that they were rejected from Oxford. St Andrews decreed about ten years that it was bloody stupid to go to exams dressed like that. (Other formal events - it's still in place. Whee.) There is a long rant here that I'm not going to go into right now, but it basically makes me cross for slightly odd reasons.
And thank you! Only one left now...
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Date: 2007-05-17 10:12 pm (UTC)Put your pants back where they belong!
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Date: 2007-05-16 10:00 pm (UTC)I believe him to be a friend of yours, a friend who's name starts with the letter J....
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Date: 2007-05-17 11:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-17 05:12 pm (UTC)Definitely, unless you're Madonna circa 1986. And no one wants to be that.
(P.S. - When you have time to think again, and if you have any invites left, could you maybe vouch for me on