Thursday, December 11
Crap Fucking Day (ish)
I'm so fucked.
As in tired.
And pissed off.
I shall begin my epic (don't worry, it's not really epic) tale on Wednesday afternoon. Like I said in my last post, I had a German exam that afternoon. I blatantly screwed it up. I went there thinking that it was just a progress test to see how you're doing on the course. Nope, it was an exam worth 25% of the total mark for the year. Nice of them to tell us that about, ooooh, five minutes in advance.
Anyway, the essay part of the exam was the worst piece of German that I've written in about four years. I just didn't have a clue where to go with it, and I was running out of time, so I threw together this random piece of writing. I'm expecting a truly terrible mark for that.
After the exam I went straight to this bar called "The Savoy Tup". It's pretty much next door to the famous hotel, and it's really cool. I went because my Advanced Criminal tutor had invited both of his classes there for an end-of-term drink or two. I knew that I still had to finish the essay for him, which was due this morning, so I was only planning to stay for a couple of drinks, and two hours at the most.
Five or six drinks and three and a half hours later, I left the bar. Dammit.
There wasn't a hope in hell of finishing the essay that night, so I made myself go to bed relatively early, and set my alarm for 6.15 the next morning. 6.15!!! I haven't seen 6.15am in fucking ages. The alarm woke me up, but I just couldn't face getting up at that time. I went back to sleep for an hour, and then hauled my ass up to get on with finishing the essay.
I managed to get it done in time (an achievement in itself), but then my printer decided to be a fucking fuck bastard cunt by not working. This meant I couldn't print out the essay, and neither could I print out a case which I was going to read on the Tube in preparation for the tutorial. Screwed, big time.
I stuck the essay onto a disk, and legged it out of the house. Minus umbrella, because somebody had put it away in a cupboard without telling me, so I got wet waiting for the bus. A bus that took fucking ages to arrive, which pissed me off because I was already late. Then I had to wait ages for the Tube, and it was rammed and that pissed me off too.
Then, when I eventually got to uni, I went to the computer room next door to my classroom to print the essay out, only for that printer to be broken. The tutor still hadn't arrived, so I ran to another computer room, which was in use by a class. I then got lost trying to find another room, eventually found it, and went to print off the essay. Of course, that printer had a paper jam, and it had a stupid lock on it which meant I couldn't open the tray and pull out the problem piece of paper. That pissed me off.
By the time I made it back to the class, I was late, and he'd already started teaching. So that pissed me off.
At least the class went OK, as did the lecture I had afterwards. I went to go finally print out my essay, and in the third computer room I tried I managed to find a working printer and got it done. I handed it in and went home. Thank fuck.
Since then, life has got a little better. Watched some Sopranos, went out and bought a DVD and a CD, plus my sister's Christmas present. Now all I've got to do in the next 24 hours is write another essay, prepare for a tutorial, eat, sleep and possibly watch Pulp Fiction (the DVD I bought). Ain't nothing like an end-of-term mad-rush-to-get-everything-done-before-it's-too-late couple of days. Or an entire week, in my experience.
And then I can chill. I am doing absolutely fuck-all this weekend. Not moving a muscle. I might just stay in bed for the entire weekend, and get people to bring me food / water / a bucket to piss in. I need a rest.
Oh, and a girlfriend. I need one of those too. A pretty one, preferably. Any takers / givers?