hathycol | (no subject)

I am five days away from my first exam and had my first freak-out last night. This is impressive, all things considered. I am thinking longingly of my career as a trapeze artist in a bookshop that also sells coffee (don't ask) and feel thorougly behind on my work. I know the stuff, sort of, just not in-depth, which is probably what I need. I spent this morning trekking through books on Tudor nobility and court life, and this afternoon is filled with the exciting world of 1286-1296 in Scotland and if I'm very, very lucky I might get to squeeze in England's war with France in roughly the same period. SURELY ONE DAY CAN NOT CONTAIN SO MUCH JOY.

Argh argh argh. I have no real plan for this set of exams, except 'get through all the semester's notes and then read books if possible.' Not much more I can do than that, obviously, but still. My skin has also exploded which is highly unpleasant for all concerned.

I'm also really narked off on the basis that I'm waiting for a phone call today; the phone rang with a with-held number just as I was taking the wheelie bin out this morning and hasn't rang since. I would really like to know what the hell I'm doing with my summer, as I desperately need to stay in St Andrews to work on my dissertation. This means I need to work. Who only phones one time and doesn't try again all day? I hope it wasn't that job, as I quite fancy working in Fat Face. I had an interview yesterday for bar work, which would be a challenge, but I don't really fancy it. ARGH JUST PHONE ALREADY. Why the only two minutes I didn't have my phone on me? WHY?

Right. Scottishland. This exam is on Tuesday so I should really, really start pretending I'm slightly prepared for it.