Wall pastage

As always, assessment, cunningly disguised as 'exams' are approaching, and just as sure as I'll wake up tomorrow grumpy and chip hungry, I'll soon be hit with a large amount of FAIL.

I can hear the english deparment sharpening their pens, in which to brutally impale anyone who dares get lower than a pass grade. On the plus side though, I won't have to write the associated 'journal reflection' (<3 grade 3) for the activity as I believe being dead is an acceptable excuse for not doing anything.
BELOW: Pre-exam levels of fail I particularly like how university is in inverted commas/quotation marks.

But yes, I thought I'd just write this post before my blog becomes neglected like those rubber bouncy balls you find in your garden every now and then... and don't lie... I know you have them in your backyard somewhere.

I also went to get a blood test the other day, because lately I've been feeling tired quite a fair bit, and more so than usual. It took me about 20 minutes to convince my doctor that I needed a bloodtest, as she was certain that it was a result of my attendance at QA, which pretty much ended up with me saying the rough politically-correct equivalent of "Give me the fucking blood test you stupid whore".

I've also wondered why everyone goes to QA, because nobody at all seems to like. My results lead me to conclude this:
If we look past the two and a bit months of schooling left to go however, you'll find that I finally submitted my QTAC preferences, and it was quite anticlimactic, in the sense that I didn't recieve and email two days later titled: "You owe us lots of money." or equivalent. That being said, I should probably stop 'artistically' using my time and rather start studying, so that my QTAC preferences don't end changing to resemble a steaming pile of turd. (which is not entirely unuseful)