It's a three hour maths exam.

The very last question asks about WATER. To be specific, OCEANS and SPILLING WATER.

The composer of that exam is a cruel, cruel person.

I finished?

I finished?

I FINISHED! I FINISHED! I  FINISHED!

I FINISHED THAT 2500 WORD MONSTOSITY OF HISTORY EXTENSION MAJOR!

Granted, i've still got to edit it... and my log book is practically empty...

But i finished it! IT'S ALMOST ENDING!

I HATE MY EXAM TIMETABLE! IT SUCKS! EPICLY!

*stops rampaging*

No seriously... I mean, I knew the HSC was out to get people, but to this extent? No siree bob.

But you've got to love the internet. I mean they force you to type a friggen password to access the timetable and in a few hours, the time table's strewn all over the internet like a badly ( Read more... )

I am so ranty today that i need to segregate the writhing mess that is my thoughts, in nice little subsections to make them vaguely coherent. It's too long to be posted on FB so LJ will get the brunt of it.

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If you read this, well I’m warning you now that you are either going to burst out in laughter or get dragged into the black bog of negative thoughts. )

Blergh... Countdown... To do lists. Need to write it down so i can spare memory space.

Why didn't i do this before? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY IS THERE SO MUCH WORK YET SO LITTLE TIME.

(  Countdown. 3. 2. 1. Blast Off. )