the english exam

and what a treat it was.
but seriously.
no.
the highlight was probably me actually finishing in time to sit back and remember sarah's promise that she would cut off her own tongue and staple it to Mr Mackay's tie if the essay question required more than one additional text of our own choosing. fortunately for Mr Mackay, it didnt. not that i had one anyway.
actually i almost wanted them to ask for 2, so that i could throw something completely obscure and inappropriate in there to give the teachers a laugh. not that i havent already given them a laugh with most of my past assessments. and not that i wont be giving them more laughs, seeings as im using Prison Break as one of my power play texts because i feel an obligation to, on account of the fact that i will one day marry Wentworth Miller.

in hindsight i suppose it wasnt terribly bad. at least i have to keep telling myself that on account of the fact that Paper 2 is going to be horrendous on a level that will make Paper 1 look like a year 7 geography project.
whatever.
bring on yates. yeats. yaets?
yep. im in trouble.