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Thursday 10.7.03 | THIS really has to stop. What was meant to be a quiet drink last night with Patrick turned into a full-blown pissup, ending in the grim Greifbar (yes, yes, all you Germans out there snicker, it's the gimmest place on earth...) Hence rather delicate state of head today, not helped by this morning's 3-hour extra grammar lesson (nice) and battles to work rather than sleep now. Ugh. Friday 11.7.03 RIGHT, serious crisis-stations. Exam tomorrow. Nothing learnt. Dissertation in in weeks. Nothing written. Time to finally shift out of netural and into something approaching third gear. Sunday 13.7.03 HMM, yes, panic didn't really get off ground really, still sitting here arsing about having done nothing actually. Oops. Recovering from last night too (not even going to go there, but I solemnly promise that I am never drinking again) and the rigours of the Love Parade. Yes. Oh god, and then there was my language exam yesterday morning. So yes, exam started at nine. Imagine both the horror and the panic and the volley of swear-words I emitted when I woke up having overslept and found the clock saying 8.56. I managed to get to the exam-hall in 20 minutes flat (no mean feat - journey alone normally takes at least half an hour) and, thank fuck, they let me sit said exam. Went OK despite the fact that I had had no breakfast/coffee/perparation time; get the results on Wednesday so fingers crossed. Tuesday 15.7.03 TRAAA laaa laaa, life ticks by. Panic now averted as have managed to change my dissertation-topic slightly, even at this late stage, proving once again that I am clearly invincible. Hahahahahaha. Also meeting the lovely James this afternoon to go over my French project; I suspect he will tell me it is shit, because, well it is, but hopefully he will add various golden nuggets of constructive (and not constrictive as I have just written) critisicm which will enable me to magically turn it into a ground-breaking study rather than the blithering collection random thoughts strewn down in French which it currently is. As you may be able to tell, I am in a good, if not rather odd, mood. | ||
