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Listening: So Long, Lonesome - Explosions in the Sky
Wow. Ten days shy of an entire month without blogging; and this one isn't even going to be a really long post. Apologies to anyone out there who actually reads. Things have been pretty crazy-hectic as of late, primarily because I am directly in the middle of exams. I'm up early to study for the two I have today: English, with Jammy, and Linguistics, which is sort of making my brain bleed a little bit.
English ought to be fine; I'm really not particularly worried about it. I loved my English class this term (even if Jam hated it, ha) and I do well on English exams in general. What scares the everloving holy hell out of me is this upcoming Linguistics exam half an hour after my English one. I don't know why, but I didn't really get a thing we covered this term. Note to self: no more Linguistics. You've learned your lesson.
I've spent most of the last 48 hours studying like a maniac, and I think I comprehend enough of the material to get me by, which is really all I want. The only unfortunate thing is that I can't collapse and freak out or anything after it's all done, because I still have an exam on Wednesday to write. Bah.
So I've been left home alone since about 6 a.m. on Thursday morning, while my family went galavanting off to Toronto. My mom and sister are returning today at about 2:10, so I'll be in the middle of my third exam and already freaking out about the fourth at that point. While they were gone, a metric ton of my relatives mysteriously called and invited me out for meals. Coincidence? I think not.
So last night, in between panicked studying, my Uncle Doug (my beatnick, witty great-uncle) ambushed me and dragged me back to the bungalow he shares with his significant other, Patricia. They fed me steak (amazing) and a cornmeal grits-type dish called palenta (not so amazing, but I didn't want to be rude) and I told them about my life. When I started the inevitable complaint about Wal-Mart, my Uncle made mention of trying to get me an actual, journalist-related summer job. Rapture. I would love to find another job aside from the one I have now. I will only survive so long in retail without killing someone or killing myself.
Mad, mad parties are planned for Benji's house on the night of the 18th (the last official day of exams; Cole, Rae, Cory, Peach and I all have our Roman Civ exam that day, at 9-11 a.m.). I'm insanely excited about it, despite having to work the following evening.
Okay, I actually have to run off and kind of get ready now. I need to get myself something to eat and clean the house prior to leaving, not to mention study as much material as is conceivably possible in the ensuing free period. Good luck to everyone on their marks this semester!
Icarus cannot for the life of her do a voiced alveolar rhotic trill, and it really, really bothers her.
Wow. Ten days shy of an entire month without blogging; and this one isn't even going to be a really long post. Apologies to anyone out there who actually reads. Things have been pretty crazy-hectic as of late, primarily because I am directly in the middle of exams. I'm up early to study for the two I have today: English, with Jammy, and Linguistics, which is sort of making my brain bleed a little bit.
English ought to be fine; I'm really not particularly worried about it. I loved my English class this term (even if Jam hated it, ha) and I do well on English exams in general. What scares the everloving holy hell out of me is this upcoming Linguistics exam half an hour after my English one. I don't know why, but I didn't really get a thing we covered this term. Note to self: no more Linguistics. You've learned your lesson.
I've spent most of the last 48 hours studying like a maniac, and I think I comprehend enough of the material to get me by, which is really all I want. The only unfortunate thing is that I can't collapse and freak out or anything after it's all done, because I still have an exam on Wednesday to write. Bah.
So I've been left home alone since about 6 a.m. on Thursday morning, while my family went galavanting off to Toronto. My mom and sister are returning today at about 2:10, so I'll be in the middle of my third exam and already freaking out about the fourth at that point. While they were gone, a metric ton of my relatives mysteriously called and invited me out for meals. Coincidence? I think not.
So last night, in between panicked studying, my Uncle Doug (my beatnick, witty great-uncle) ambushed me and dragged me back to the bungalow he shares with his significant other, Patricia. They fed me steak (amazing) and a cornmeal grits-type dish called palenta (not so amazing, but I didn't want to be rude) and I told them about my life. When I started the inevitable complaint about Wal-Mart, my Uncle made mention of trying to get me an actual, journalist-related summer job. Rapture. I would love to find another job aside from the one I have now. I will only survive so long in retail without killing someone or killing myself.
Mad, mad parties are planned for Benji's house on the night of the 18th (the last official day of exams; Cole, Rae, Cory, Peach and I all have our Roman Civ exam that day, at 9-11 a.m.). I'm insanely excited about it, despite having to work the following evening.
Okay, I actually have to run off and kind of get ready now. I need to get myself something to eat and clean the house prior to leaving, not to mention study as much material as is conceivably possible in the ensuing free period. Good luck to everyone on their marks this semester!
Icarus cannot for the life of her do a voiced alveolar rhotic trill, and it really, really bothers her.
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