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oceans are now battlefields
1 Nov 2007 05:07 pmHoly hell, flist, it is a fucking miracle that I did not pass out in the middle of my parasitology exam, considering that I woke up this morning dying of the plague. My limbs are made of warm lead-goop, my sinuses are threatening to go Krakatoa on me, and apparently I am swearing a lot. Go figure. GREAT TIMING THERE, IMMUNE SYSTEM. FIRST DAY OF EXAMS. WELL DONE. But I think I passed, thanks to the wonders of modern pharmaceuticals and the fact that I become mildly possessed during exams and don't really notice anything except the words. Rats could have been gnawing at my ankles. I wouldn't have noticed! I only register things that interfere with the word-production, like the cramp in my wrist. That was a bitch.
But it is DONE and I am HOME NOW and my next exam isn't for six days. I am sitting in bed dosing myself with apple tisane* and That Big Gay Boat Movie because right now I need some soothing string music juxtaposed delightfully over epic naval battles.
I can't believe I deleted my Maturin icon! And I loved it so.
*Omg, this stuff is insane, my parents got it for me in Melbourne: it's pretty much glorified citric acid and sugar and apple flavouring in a funky box going for $15 which is laughably extortionate if one thinks about it, but it's also like heavenly music on my tongue and and sweet relief for my sinuses to the extent that I'd probably pay $20. Don't you hate it when that happens?
But it is DONE and I am HOME NOW and my next exam isn't for six days. I am sitting in bed dosing myself with apple tisane* and That Big Gay Boat Movie because right now I need some soothing string music juxtaposed delightfully over epic naval battles.
I can't believe I deleted my Maturin icon! And I loved it so.
*Omg, this stuff is insane, my parents got it for me in Melbourne: it's pretty much glorified citric acid and sugar and apple flavouring in a funky box going for $15 which is laughably extortionate if one thinks about it, but it's also like heavenly music on my tongue and and sweet relief for my sinuses to the extent that I'd probably pay $20. Don't you hate it when that happens?
