It's 2am and I've been kicked out of my room by a spider. I was just beginning to doze of to Jonsi's lovely voice when all of a sudden this eight legged THING started scurrying next to my cheek at a break neck speed. It's not the biggest spider I've ever seen, but by no means is it the smallest. It's quite meaty which is what scared the shit out of me. I know spiders don't bite or anything but I mean for fuck sake that thing nearly gave me a heart attack.
I'm taking refuge in the living room. And I have a physics exam in 7 hours or so. I'm actually fucked. My idea of last minute revision is not to copy out of a text book, but to get the answers for past papers and write them in, working backwards and figuring out things from an examiners point of view because ultimately that's what it is, an exam.
All in all I really am not too bothered about what happens tomorrow. I think it would take something miraculous to get anything above a C in physics and that's OK. I just don't want any D's if I can avoid it because they count for nothing and take the shine off all the other grades.
Time to recommence the listening of Jonsi's bootiful voice and light reading of electromagnetic induction.
(Bad)good night
Who am I kidding? I don't have a week off. More like a solid week of history and maths revision.
FUCKING FUCKLE BUCKLES.
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