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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm alive.
Revising (or the avoidance of revising) is taking up far too much of my precious time. If it wasn't for this blasted coursework, I might actually be my usual social butterfly self, but as texts are piling up on texts, I realize that actually enjoying my final year here isn't going to happen.
So hmph.
Whatever, I'm study-breaking in the kitchen. If you're hungry for bruschetta, visit and I might feed you in a pathetic attempt to avoid my astronomy text.
Revising (or the avoidance of revising) is taking up far too much of my precious time. If it wasn't for this blasted coursework, I might actually be my usual social butterfly self, but as texts are piling up on texts, I realize that actually enjoying my final year here isn't going to happen.
So hmph.
Whatever, I'm study-breaking in the kitchen. If you're hungry for bruschetta, visit and I might feed you in a pathetic attempt to avoid my astronomy text.