And so it is that time of year again
Exam time. I have just drawn up my revision timetable on the wall. I go through the same ritual every year, with this huge countdown to my exams. I want to get started on revising at the beginning of April, which gives me at least 6 weeks. However, I still have two tests this week, a report to write up for the Innocence project and most importantly two essays which each count for 25% and will take up a considerable proportion of my time to do. So the beginning of April plan is not going to happen.
On a plus note I just had some yummy pasta and cheese. But I knocked over a cup of tea. So it has been a mixed day in the Burselbert* household.
*If you get this you are awesome and I love you.
EU law is without any doubt the most boring subject I have ever studied. It’s probably the only time I’ve known from the very offset that I was going to fail. However, I shall do my very best to not fail as a fail equals no legal/ish career ever. And failing isn’t my thing.
Been working at uni from 9 to 6 today. Only had two lectures though, and 7 hours in between to spend at the library. Wasn’t too bad though.
So happy!
My exams are finished, the sun is shining. Hot dogs, cider and sweets to celebrate!
Oh yeah homophobia
So I have to post this because I just remembered it and I am getting all angsty about it and getting distracted from revision.
No idea where this popped into my head from because i had entirely forgotten about it, but between 1 year to 2 years ago, Courtney and I were out in Pontypridd (Ma sexy hometown). We were in Savers and we were holdings hands and I may have kissed her on her cheek but I don’t really remember. Then this chavvy woman with like a 4 year old daughter (I have no idea of telling the age of children) shouts at us ‘Do you mind? That’s disgusting. I’ve got my daughter here.’ And I remember being very surprised and confused. So much so that I didn’t retort with a snappy and awesome comment and just kind of spluttered and glared at her.
So yeah, just remembered that and it pissed me off. That’s probably the most blatant homophobia I have ever suffered, that I’m aware of anyway.
It is now 4.06 am and I am pulling an all nighter but tbh I don’t think I am going to pass this exam. Just the sheer amount of stuff I have to learn is fucking incomprehensible if you are not a law student. Plus there is NO room for bullshitting, my best talent. At least if I have to resit in August I will only have this test to revise for (well hopefully unless I’ve failed any others, don’t think so though). Anyway back to la revisione. I no longer recall if that is italian or french or an amalgamation of the two that I have just made up.
Aaaargh!
Tort tomorrow. I am shitting myself. Or at least I would be if I was sensible enough to care. Motivation, why you no want to be my friend? I be good friend. But then again maybe it is preferable that I am not shitting myself, yes, I think so. Clive (my girlfriend’s dad) was talking earlier, comparing the size of Sookie’s poos to Josh’s (Both cats). And I was standing there making toast thinking ‘When did this become completely normal to me? Why do I spend so much time in my life talking about poo?’. Maybe I should accept this undesirable fact into my life, because as one fine woman said to me ‘Everybody poos, Alayla. Everybody poos.’ She may not even remember saying this as alcohol was involved, so hellooo Michaela.
Felt so happy today. I was walking back from my exam which went fine, criminology is the easiest thing in the world compared to law. I barely revised and I knew it all. <——- Most arrogant statement of my life. Plus, it is actually interesting to revise. Whether I wrote good essays or not is another thing. I recall I was ever so slightly rambly and a darn sight more judgmental. Nothing works according to me, according to me and Mortinson (1974). See, that is how much I know. Damn why didn’t I put that in my essay?
Anyway, so I was walking back through the park and it was so lovely and pretty, as it always is. I love Bute Park. When my exams are over I’m going to go jogging there every day. It was just so pretty and flowery and the sun was shining and I was singing along to Buffy ‘Once more with Feeling’ songs (Anthony Head’s voice is SO lovely, and I met him :)) and Dr Horrible and it was just so nice. I’m feeling really upbeat today despite having the most dreaded exam ever tomorrow where I know all the rules but ZERO cases to back them up which renders all points I make pointless. Hmmm, a pointless point, is it still a point?
Lovely is my word of the day. It is not a condescending or uninterested multipurpose word for moi, it is in fact a really nice word for something that is just delightful. My other word of the day is ‘I’m a self absorbed silly bum who likes to ramble and talk about herself non stop and very rarely makes grammatical and literal sense.’. Oh no, that’s more than one word. Gosh darnit.
Jogging
Good god it’s hard work. I never realised. I’ve been doing Jillian Michaels work out thing (generally accepted to be one of the most intense and hardest workouts) for almost a month now and yoga as well, so my fitness level is a lot higher than they were before but I wasn’t expecting it to be that hard.
I walked to my exam venue for tomorrow to test how long it will take me to get there and I jogged and walked alternatively back. I was so out of breath when I got home that I thought I was going to be sick. It didn’t help that I didn’t bring water with me. It works you in a different way to Jillian Michaels, there is cardio in there but because it is supplemented with strength exercises, it works your body more than your heart. But jogging is just like “Need more breath, need more breath, need more breath”.
Then when I came back Pinnacle were here to have another DAILY viewing on the property and I had a raspberry pink face that went oh so well with my ginger hair.
I’m not jogging again now until my exams are over (bring on the 3rd June!), it’s just too time consuming. I cannot wait until I am free and can actually spend time with my girlfriend who I miss very much.
Yay!
My Theories of Crime and Punishment revision is only 29 pages now I’ve written it out.
This is amazing. It’s so short and no silly cases to remember either. I love criminology.
On a sad note, Dumbledore just died. Then Harry called Snape a coward and he was like ‘I aint no coward, bitch!’ and they have a cat fight. Kinda…
Silly me
I should be revising for tomorrow’s exam but i have instead spent the morning looking at wedding dresses and I think I found my dream one:
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You guys know I’m kidding, right? It is hideous.
Things I liked today
- One exam being over. I’m pretty sure I passed although I got rather confused on one question and finished with 40 mins to spare.
- That curiosity you get when one of your friends asks if you’re in the LGBT+ society and then asks if you can go with them to one of the socials.
- The pride you get from refraining from being too nosy about above and not asking them for the intimate details of their sexuality, and saying ‘I knew it!’.
- Going back home to my love for hugs and Chicago town pizza whilst watching X Files.
- Mulder and Scully love. Always.
- Listening to upstairs play guitar whilst revising.
- The knowledge that not only are upstairs playing guitar which is quite relaxing, when doing so, they can’t argue which is their next favourite pastime.
- The knowledge that the recyling is coming tomorrow so I can finally get rid of the huge pile of paper and plastics spilling everywhere in the living room.
Tis the simple things in life.
Exams
I will fail. Nothing like good ol’ pessimism. My feet are absolutely killing me because I did a test run of getting to my exams today which involves a half hour bus ride because there is so much traffic and then a 15 min walk because apparently there aren’t any bus stops nearer. Then I walked back in painful boots and it was owwy.
Having a bacon sandwich for breakfast. Mmmm. But why won’t it cook already?
Lol at my failure in life and impending McDonalds job
Who am I kidding? McDonalds wouldn’t hire me.
I feel like I’ve been revising for ever and nothing has gone into my head. Courtney asked me earlier how many cases I had to learn for my first two exams on tues and thurs (contract and public), she suggested 20. How I wish I had to learn twenty. I said that I wasn’t sure but at least 100. Just counted 4 of the 7 topic lists I have done just for contract and so far I am on 104 cases. 1 hundred and fucking four! And I am just over half way through 1 module. This is insane. How did I ever think taking law was a good idea.
Then my mother rang me because I said I was stressed and her shocked reaction made me feel a lot worse and when I got off the phone I wanted to cry. Now I think dying would be a better option. I jest of course. As far as one can jest about something which isn’t funny and when they don’t feel in a very jestful mood (If Lewis Carroll can make up words, why can’t I? Oh yes, because he is a wonderfully creative weird man and I am a wonderfully dumb and stressed out bum who has a tumblr).
Stressed, so stressed. Can’t wait to work out. Yes those words came out of my mouth.
Ugh
I feel so stressed today. Not too sure why but it’s not good. I really wanted a lazy day but just the sheer amount of work I have to revise is horrible. I’m going to have to up my revision to 6-8 hours a day and then 10-12 when closer to exams. I’m not even awake for that many hours!
On a plus note, I have bought pretty much all of Courtney’s presents. Yay.
Bored
Larry and Courtney still aren’t back from work. Poor little things, they’ll be so tired when they come back.
I’m so bored I considered starting on my revision for may/june exams, which is really ridiculous. Everyone knows the only time to revise is the night before an exam. Skins got all depressing so I don’t want to watch any more today, and I stuck on Black Books instead which is always fab. But then I remembered books, glorious books! So now I have A Wild Sheep Chase, by Haruki Murakami in front of me and will soon settle down with it, chilli heatwave doritos, and a cup of tea. I’ve read 50 or so pages already and it is fab so far, as are all of Murakami’s books. I’m hoping for no suicides à la Norwegian Wood.
Anyway, the kettle is boiling.
