Oct 01, 2004 20:49
GP paper was ok. The remains of early morning sadness came in handy when I wrote the essay and the usual anti-war angst was vented out for comprehension. I predict a C5.
German Unification question made me grin, Industrial Revolution made me want to slap myself for not reading the notes one more time and Russian Revolution got me scratching my head for awhile. Nonetheless, I reckon I'll scrape through the European paper with an E.
Durian breath, wet burp, zit on chin, greasy hair, unshaven armpits, tatty singlet. If a guy can kiss me when I am in this state then I know he loves me for me.
If I could magically bestow myself with a talent, it would be the ability to sing. Then I'll sing the sweetest and the saddest song for you.
Attacking Economics soon, but before that some good good rest.