Caffeine & Cynicism

modules. oh dear.
if mrs fletcher could see me now, im pretty sure she wouldnt hesitate to remove my face from my head, on account of the fact that while the other studious students of roseville college have spent the last 24 hours working diligently in preparation for the upcoming modules exam (10 hours to go), ive done what pretty much amounts to consuming a whole bag of crispy mnms, uploading every photo of wentworth miller i have onto my phone, and watching Titanic.
twice.
whatever.
ive resigned myself to the idea that if i dont know it by now, ill never know it.
actually thats a lie. ive resigned myself to the idea that i dont know it, and no longer care about knowing it, because shakespeare is a dick.
whatever.
you know if you think about it, its really mrs fletchers fault that im going to fail. if she didnt have such a soft voice, i wouldnt find it so hard to stay awake in class, and then i would actually know what im talking about!! ok, maybe not, but at least i would know who yeats is. so yeah. thanks alot mrs fletcher. or rather, whatever made mrs fletchers voice so soft. which im guessing is something to do with dna or chromosomes or some scientific stuff. so yeah, thanks alot science. or rather, On Giants Shoulders, since thats related to science and english.
And yeah, it doesnt really make sense to be blaming On Giants Shoulders for mrs fletchers soft voice, but ive gotten to that point during an exam period where unless you're blaming On Giants Shoulders for all your life problems, your head explodes.
so let me.

well whatever.
also, might i add that tomorrow marks the day that ive been blogging for 3 years?
prepare for festivities