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I have fifteen minutes left of exams, in the form of Spanish orals. I have... less than ideal professors, consisting of Bird Lady, and professor whom I have not wittily nicknamed, but tends on occasion to, uh, smell of drink, and also on occasion to burst into song in class (related????). But I totally don't care. By 3:15 it will all be over, and I can commence the laziness-filled waiting to see whether I will have to repeat the year, or whether I can go on to THE YEAR OF AWESOME AND THESISNESS that will be my Senior Sophister year.
Anyway.
I am spending the next little while chilling and eating my lunch, then I am reacquainting myself with my vocab lists, and... yes.
It's a weird feeling to not want to go to an exam because you just feel so great that you want to go sing and dance in the streets instead. I blame the PotC3 soundtrack, and waking up not feeling like you've pulled an all-nighter instead.
I feel like my icon right now, except hungrier, and with more PIRATES.
Anyway.
I am spending the next little while chilling and eating my lunch, then I am reacquainting myself with my vocab lists, and... yes.
It's a weird feeling to not want to go to an exam because you just feel so great that you want to go sing and dance in the streets instead. I blame the PotC3 soundtrack, and waking up not feeling like you've pulled an all-nighter instead.
I feel like my icon right now, except hungrier, and with more PIRATES.