My day everyday

Now that I’ve got my exam results and didn’t do too badly, I can enjoy my holidays properly. My typical day is waking up at 1pm and then watching Oprah. After Oprah, I’ll change the channel, watch a bit of Days of Our Lives and then mock it for a while (and be all like, “Who watches this?!”) and then I finally get out of bed. At this point, I get quite hungry, so I brush my teeth and go down for breakfast. And then I see my housemate, who’ll also be watching some stupid show at that point. After breakfast, more TV, and then I read a book, go for a run, shower, and then nap. By the time I wake up, it’s about 7 or 7.30. I feel sad for a while that I’ve missed Simpsons, but my hunger will overtake my sadness of not watching Simpsons, so I make dinner, and then I watch MasterChef. More TV, more reading and some World Cup thrown in. By now it’s about 4am, and it’s time for bed. I can’t complain about life at this point, but sadly, this is only going to last for another 5 weeks (I just counted. Depressing.), and then it’s the start of the new semester, or as I’d like to think, my final year! Whoo!

Midnight Tonight

My results for the semester come out officially next Monday, but for the past semesters, they have been coming out on the Saturday before, ie. midnight today. So nervous! I’m pretty sure I failed one unit. Urgh.

Home / 2 / Chocolate Souffles

During my exam preparations, I always look forward to going home. Not so this time. Feels weird not to be packing after the last paper.

The last paper today was a disaster. On a happier note, the cute guy sat next to me today. (The cute guys always only sit next to me during an exam. Why is that?) One girl came a bit late to the exam, and she couldn’t find the row she was supposed to sit in. This exam was in the gym (yeah, I know) and there are exams for a few units going on at the same time, so you have to be sure to sit at the right row to do the right exam. Anyway, this girl was late, and of course she had to stand right next to me, in between me and the cute guy. The invigilator, complete with saviour complex, swopped down like a hawk (to be fair, it’s her job) and was like, “204?” Our unit code is 204, you see. And the girl said, “2.” This went on a few times. “204?” “2.” “204?” “2.” And the girl was so sure of her answer when she said 2. After a while I said, “Is 204 your unit code?” And at the same time, the cute guy said, “Sustainability?” It was all quite amusing, but it didn’t help me in any way during the actual exam. Idiot.

I want to make chocolate souffles today.