Time until brain melts: 24 hours
Arghh. Cambridge interview tomorrow. I think I'm going to cry. ;; So long as they ask me to ramble about books and writing I should be okay. Any simple questions such as 'How are you?' or 'Why did you pick Queen's college?' will be met with steam pouring out of my ears, hysterical laughter and me slowly collapsing into foetal position. Why, why, WHY did I apply to Cambridge???
On a slightly higher note, I finished American Gods a while back and am now fighting the urge to app Mr. Wednesday at some point (my god, I love that man), even though I really shouldn't because a) my brain would explode, b) he's completely inappropriate and c) I need a chick. Too many dicks on the dancefloor, dude. Only whenever I consider that, I want to app Mai Shiranui, just for the boob-factor. Goddamnit.
On a slightly higher note, I finished American Gods a while back and am now fighting the urge to app Mr. Wednesday at some point (my god, I love that man), even though I really shouldn't because a) my brain would explode, b) he's completely inappropriate and c) I need a chick. Too many dicks on the dancefloor, dude. Only whenever I consider that, I want to app Mai Shiranui, just for the boob-factor. Goddamnit.