Dec 05, 2007 22:16
I totally bombed.
I am pretty sure.
My essay, which I had all beautifully planned out pre-exam, turned out to be pretty much shite when I put it down on paper. Thank God my writing is so big so I could get in 6 and a bit pages.
Wow those were picky questions! "Where was Jorge Luis Borges born?"
That really relates to studying fiction... or something. I said China. Sure, why not.
Totally he wasn't though.
OH WELL I CAN SHOP AND CLEAN AND COME HOME NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
I am so excited, not that I don't love being here, but I miss the comforts of someone else taking care of me.
Woot.
This rules. No more responsibility, hellz yeah.
Things to do (IRONY):
- Get opera ticket
- BUY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
- Get all things from Ellen's, relocate them to own dorm room
- Get DVDs from Maria
- Pack!
- Don't starve
- Get over illness
- Call cab company for transport from Production Station to airport information
- Work-out!
- Do laundry!
- Be awesome!
Hurray. I love when I just have to do fun things, like going to operas and shopping and packing and working out and doing laundry and calling cab...companies...nevermind.