fuckety fuckety fuck.
FUUUCCCCKKKK.
i screwed the damn fucking comms exam.
dammit.
the 'tips' were friggin unreliable.
the 2 questions that i spotted, came out all different and i didn't fucking know how to fucking answer them.
freak.
man.
i just hope and pray i'll least get a credit for my Comms...
can't get anything lower than that for my MAJOR.
goddammit.
anyho.....
movie after paper was nice.
hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.
friggin farny...
omg. i swear joel was having the tie of his life...
he laughed like there was no tomorrow...
sat in the car driven by miss deepa.
OMFG.
i almost died.
im sitting in front, my heart's pounding like heck..
i think her front seat floor mat has an imprint of my right shoe..... (as if me pressing down imaging that im braking on the passenger seat can stop the car....)
her driving's fine.... deepa's a "i cannot be late so i must drive very very very fast" driver.
all's ok...
'cept, she tailgates...
so she's SUPER near the car in front...
and if the car in front brakes suddenly, she's so little time to react...
then we'll crash and die.
wahahahahahaaa!!!
omg. so scary...
to think that i may be travelling in her car when we go to JB after exams....
what a thrill!!
=)
ahahahahahahaaaa!!!
oh
an update on my nails...
right hand nail all stil intact.
left hand nails however, very very much shorter than before....
hohum..
right then...
back to studying...
SOCIOLOGY.
*grunt*
