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Slowly but surely going mad here… study week is supposed to be productive… Monday and Tuesday went fantastically… Wednesday not so much, and today, I’m just so stressed

I want to go home

I want a fag

I want a drink

I want to eat a box of pringles and a bottle of coke

I want to do anything but study

All work and no play makes Laura a dull, crazy-ass piece of shit

Who hates their flatmate?

Laura hates her flatmate

Is it true?

Mmmmm hmmm! I do I do I do..ooooo

Too many energy drinks yesterday and had a shite nights sleep. Have to be outside the lab at 11:30 this morning and starting the exam at 12.

More energy drink needed now to get cracking on more study. Vicious circle but will be over at 2.

Bring it on ;)

The Exam.

I was cleaning out some old documents from my computer and found this from last year when I was finished my Spanish Oral exam.

We sat; we waited, and panicked,

Just a little is shown, to reveal our humanity,

But on the inside, in my thoughts, Oh God.

How do I make her like me, how do I saw Hello –

And as I review past writings,

I remember.

Six years ago, the days stretched,

To ensure enough play and rest was had before sleep.

The classrooms were huge, and that teachers –

We were afraid to laugh, to cry, to hiccup,

Six years ago, I remember.

She sauntered down the lane, but as she reached –

The class grew still, as the door moved.

Friends became enemies for laughing – treachery!

She smiled politely; we were only twelve after all.

And said “Hola”

That word, the flow, the delight, has –

Led me to this moment.

This terrifying, “what am I doing here” type moment.

But I remember, everything reviewed, learnt.

It’ll be ok, it’ll be ok.

.

The door opened, the door of six years ago,

And suddenly I was there.

I walked, jogged, trembled to the door.

And stepped inside.

Left the flat feeling amazing, like a million dollars, like I was really hot…… 

and come back at 2:00 feeling like shit because my friends get so crazy drunk that they can barely function, in the space of half an hour…. and I’ve to mind them for the whole fucking night…

I wouldn’t mind but I got talking to a guy who I had met before when he was fundraising for a horse-riding club…. and could have chatted with easily for ages….. but they dragged me away to go back to their flat to get fucking twister……

to play… when they’re completely plastered…. I love them, but ffs… I can only take so much…. this is like, the third time I’ve gone out with them and they’ve gotten wasted every single time…

I don’t know… maybe I’ll just have to get used to minding them on nights out…. and be single for the rest of my college days…

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