let's raise our glasses this new year's and celebrate the irony. the world is falling apart and we're just so happy.
the new year symbolises a fresh start, a new hope, a beginning of a new era and a change of season. aaaaah who're we kidding? that odd cousin or 2 in the oven is never going away. for me the new year means slogging away towards... more academia. whoopee. crack the chanpagne open. there is no relieve for me and this statement is made ever so much more despicable by homework... to make matters so much more horrid, i've yet to find out what they are yet. and i have to finish great expectations in a little over a week. there are 442 pages and penguin publishes with termite-sized fonts. you do the math.
well this happens every year, and every year ends the same way. i don't hand it in. ever. the year ends and the cylcle repeats. this year's going to be different, im going to do all the crap and then some... as soon as i get around to finding out what it is that i have to be doing. i realise ive brought this apocalypse upon myself and im in the middle of finding out how im going to get myself out. splendid.
i have this foreboding feeling that when school reopens, i'll be the only nutter who has absolutely no fucking clue as to what goes on in school. its going to be last june all over again. you come back to school, feeling quite happy to be amongst friends again, only to find out an alien abduction has taken place. everybody's body's been snatched by an alien form that thrives on mugging. im not comepletely screwed though, ive been waiting for my hidden genius to be finally unlocked after all these years... anytime now... still waiting...
well its like ive dug out my own grave, laid down in it and im waiting for someone to come along and bury me. most times, i have no idea what's going on in chemistry. im a blur cock. i sit there and i try to follow, but somewhere between "good morning class" and "that's it for today", i conk out to the blows of chemistry jargon. 2009 is going to see the drastic improvement of my chemistry... somehow... eat my dust 2008 chemistry coz 2009 chemistry going to whoop your puny butt.
is it so wrong of me to secretly hope that everybody else sucks at chem as much as me (well ive faced the fact that no way can you suck more than me)?? i'll make apologies when i don't suck so bad...
tomorrow: econs essays
thursday-saturday: chem holiday revision package
sunday-wednesday: organic chem revision for MSA
thursday-saturday: market structure+market failure revision for MSA
monday: meeting with death and all his friends. i can be sure that i'll be knackered all day.
i haven't got time for gp homework. it was useless anyway. lit will sort itself out. somehow. its only reading anyway... could do it on the bus... on the toilet... during meals... ah fuck it! great expections, the movie! here i come!
the new year symbolises a fresh start, a new hope, a beginning of a new era and a change of season. aaaaah who're we kidding? that odd cousin or 2 in the oven is never going away. for me the new year means slogging away towards... more academia. whoopee. crack the chanpagne open. there is no relieve for me and this statement is made ever so much more despicable by homework... to make matters so much more horrid, i've yet to find out what they are yet. and i have to finish great expectations in a little over a week. there are 442 pages and penguin publishes with termite-sized fonts. you do the math.
well this happens every year, and every year ends the same way. i don't hand it in. ever. the year ends and the cylcle repeats. this year's going to be different, im going to do all the crap and then some... as soon as i get around to finding out what it is that i have to be doing. i realise ive brought this apocalypse upon myself and im in the middle of finding out how im going to get myself out. splendid.
i have this foreboding feeling that when school reopens, i'll be the only nutter who has absolutely no fucking clue as to what goes on in school. its going to be last june all over again. you come back to school, feeling quite happy to be amongst friends again, only to find out an alien abduction has taken place. everybody's body's been snatched by an alien form that thrives on mugging. im not comepletely screwed though, ive been waiting for my hidden genius to be finally unlocked after all these years... anytime now... still waiting...
well its like ive dug out my own grave, laid down in it and im waiting for someone to come along and bury me. most times, i have no idea what's going on in chemistry. im a blur cock. i sit there and i try to follow, but somewhere between "good morning class" and "that's it for today", i conk out to the blows of chemistry jargon. 2009 is going to see the drastic improvement of my chemistry... somehow... eat my dust 2008 chemistry coz 2009 chemistry going to whoop your puny butt.
is it so wrong of me to secretly hope that everybody else sucks at chem as much as me (well ive faced the fact that no way can you suck more than me)?? i'll make apologies when i don't suck so bad...
tomorrow: econs essays
thursday-saturday: chem holiday revision package
sunday-wednesday: organic chem revision for MSA
thursday-saturday: market structure+market failure revision for MSA
monday: meeting with death and all his friends. i can be sure that i'll be knackered all day.
i haven't got time for gp homework. it was useless anyway. lit will sort itself out. somehow. its only reading anyway... could do it on the bus... on the toilet... during meals... ah fuck it! great expections, the movie! here i come!
