Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
The first exam has been done, which means 3 more to go. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, which I'm grateful for, but it was one of those questions that you have all the knowledge to answer, but with one of those really awkward spins on it that makes you freeze up for a few moments every time you think of the question before starting a new sentence.
I have similar confidence for my next one on thursday, but the following two involve a godawful amount of written German, which they tell me has to be grammatically correct, apparently. Inventing words in German is much easier when talking at speed with a bit of mumbling than it is when its written clearly on a computer. Fuck.
I also did a couple of hours of clothes shopping after the exam, under that special guise of 'winding down, having a break' post-exam, but which was in fact just a barely hidden excuse to avoid the revision. For those who don't know me, I'm not a shopping person and my shopping trips are virtually always out of necessity than pleasure, but when faced with the prospect of re-reading a text in German that you hated and didn't understand the first time, anything looks fun. Hell, I'd attempt a DIY job on our shitty toilet if it meant that Nietzsche and Freud would fuck off for a day or two.
So yes, I bought a nice pair of those fingerless gloves which are being revised from Hobo must-have's to items of indy fashion. I'm into these things in a big way; my hands are warm - but I can still get cash out of my wallet and stuff? Thankyou, topman. Other than that, I continue in my mission of being the flagboy of H&M and Primark. How I love you both with your cheap cheap clothes. I have a new long sleeve T-shirt which is a rather epic shade of blue, and I'm wearing them all now. Huzzah.
Anyway I'll round off this rather gay sounding post (oooh, look at me and me new clothes) and go and eat something. And then maybe revise. If I survive all these exams, I'll buy whatever helped me through it a pint. If it's a non sentient thing, then I'll drink the pint myself, just out of respect.
I have similar confidence for my next one on thursday, but the following two involve a godawful amount of written German, which they tell me has to be grammatically correct, apparently. Inventing words in German is much easier when talking at speed with a bit of mumbling than it is when its written clearly on a computer. Fuck.
I also did a couple of hours of clothes shopping after the exam, under that special guise of 'winding down, having a break' post-exam, but which was in fact just a barely hidden excuse to avoid the revision. For those who don't know me, I'm not a shopping person and my shopping trips are virtually always out of necessity than pleasure, but when faced with the prospect of re-reading a text in German that you hated and didn't understand the first time, anything looks fun. Hell, I'd attempt a DIY job on our shitty toilet if it meant that Nietzsche and Freud would fuck off for a day or two.
So yes, I bought a nice pair of those fingerless gloves which are being revised from Hobo must-have's to items of indy fashion. I'm into these things in a big way; my hands are warm - but I can still get cash out of my wallet and stuff? Thankyou, topman. Other than that, I continue in my mission of being the flagboy of H&M and Primark. How I love you both with your cheap cheap clothes. I have a new long sleeve T-shirt which is a rather epic shade of blue, and I'm wearing them all now. Huzzah.
Anyway I'll round off this rather gay sounding post (oooh, look at me and me new clothes) and go and eat something. And then maybe revise. If I survive all these exams, I'll buy whatever helped me through it a pint. If it's a non sentient thing, then I'll drink the pint myself, just out of respect.
