End of term. I have my life back.

Except I don't. I have taken the weekend off and tomorrow I have to get back to studying again, all ready for my exams. I loathe life. I am studying on the most stressfull course my uni offers (according to the head of department) and I am powered by all the white-hot motivation of, say, a cheese and pickle sandwhich. I hate everything, especially you. You are unworthy even to cast your gaze upon my august blog.

Bastards.

Fuck off and go here, instead.


Or go back to typing body-parts and superhero names into Google. Whatever. I don't care.