End of semester!
What ho, chickadees...And chickadudes?
Semester is finished. My 18th Century essay was awful. Dreck. But it met the word limit and was handed in on time, so I'm not going to complain too much. I did that last Phonology assignment the day it was due, which is not something I would usually do, but it got done too, so no more complaining about that either. Hurrah. Coursework is now finished. Let the studying begin.
Actually, that's what I'm supposed to be doing right this very second, lol, but it's not even 11 ack-emma yet, so meh. On the 11th is my Shakespeare exam. I think the focus of that is going to be The Winter's Tale (which I am still yet to read, balls), and the on the 16th is the Phonology exam from Hell. Ordinarily I wouldn't worry because my assignment marks should bring me up to a pass mark, but this time the exam is pass/fail. So if I fail the exam (great likelihood because I so did not pass the midterm), then the marks for the assignments don't count and I fail the whole course. Yay. I, like everyone else, do not want a fail on my transcript, but it's not the end of the world. It's not a core subject and so I can still keep my linguistics major, it just means that I might have to pick up another subject somewhere down the track to make up the units. I might already have to do another semester because I dropped Syntax (thankfully, it was a real killer) and will possibly have to make that up too, so it's not a huge deal. I guess if I end up doing another semester I could throw in a couple cool English subjects I didn't get to do ;)
So yeah, everything's been pretty good. Had a "hurrah we finished Syntax" dinner with some friends on Wednesday, one of whom ditched the subject ages ago, like I did, at a place called Ice and Slice. As you might guess, they do pizza and gelato. Now, I'm partial to the odd pizza here and there, but I don't like how nasty and over full they make you, but at this place, they're really light and fresh and awesome. So I ate a whole one. And since I ate a whole pizza, I thought, "fuck it," and had dessert. A waffle pretty much floating in maple syrup and cinnamon. It was sickly sweet, but good. Thursday I had dinner with my mum and we went to this place called Moo Burgers -- all burgers, as I'm sure you can tell -- and they have onion rings, which I love. They really need to be served at more places, I think, because you can never have too many or have them too often. And then, finally, Friday night I went to a pub for a friend's birthday drinks. Not that bad, even though this friend is someone I actually find quite irritating, lol, but a whole bunch of cool people were there, so that was fun. I didn't drink very much at all (finally mastered this not getting shitfaced thing), and had another burger. Gawd.
Funny thing is, this Saturday coming, this particular friend's family is throwing her a surprise party. Naturally, she doesn't know about it, hence the surprise, but I'm reasonably confident that she's going to hate it. Her family is Indian and her parents' greatest desire is for her to marry a nice Indian boy. This chick hates the idea of having to marry someone her parents might actually like and who might be good for her (she's very contrary), lol. So, there are going to be a whole lot of family friends there and, methinks, one or two eligible bachelors. Apparently there were only going to be 12 of her friends there, but another friend managed to sway her parents into inviting more people. Better for us, lol. There's supposed to be a dress-up-and-dance-around-like-a-fool thing too, which I'm most emphatically not participating in. Party-pooper, I know. I don't really want to go, but her parents have spend thousands of dollars to hire out this fancy Indian restaurant and I do like Indian food, and I really want to see what happens with the surprise, if my friend likes it or not (because I'm awful, I kind of hope she doesn't enjoy it...I've never seen that happen in person before), and if they try to push her to meet some nice Indian boys or not.
Anyway, so that's about it. Convoluted and awful, but I have no brain left. It's still at uni, I think. I'm going to be taking it easy over the next few nights, too, no more burgers and stuff for a while, lol. And I have to be good and actually study; lots of people treat this week before the exam period as a holiday, but some of us don't have that luxury.
Ciao xo
Semester is finished. My 18th Century essay was awful. Dreck. But it met the word limit and was handed in on time, so I'm not going to complain too much. I did that last Phonology assignment the day it was due, which is not something I would usually do, but it got done too, so no more complaining about that either. Hurrah. Coursework is now finished. Let the studying begin.
Actually, that's what I'm supposed to be doing right this very second, lol, but it's not even 11 ack-emma yet, so meh. On the 11th is my Shakespeare exam. I think the focus of that is going to be The Winter's Tale (which I am still yet to read, balls), and the on the 16th is the Phonology exam from Hell. Ordinarily I wouldn't worry because my assignment marks should bring me up to a pass mark, but this time the exam is pass/fail. So if I fail the exam (great likelihood because I so did not pass the midterm), then the marks for the assignments don't count and I fail the whole course. Yay. I, like everyone else, do not want a fail on my transcript, but it's not the end of the world. It's not a core subject and so I can still keep my linguistics major, it just means that I might have to pick up another subject somewhere down the track to make up the units. I might already have to do another semester because I dropped Syntax (thankfully, it was a real killer) and will possibly have to make that up too, so it's not a huge deal. I guess if I end up doing another semester I could throw in a couple cool English subjects I didn't get to do ;)
So yeah, everything's been pretty good. Had a "hurrah we finished Syntax" dinner with some friends on Wednesday, one of whom ditched the subject ages ago, like I did, at a place called Ice and Slice. As you might guess, they do pizza and gelato. Now, I'm partial to the odd pizza here and there, but I don't like how nasty and over full they make you, but at this place, they're really light and fresh and awesome. So I ate a whole one. And since I ate a whole pizza, I thought, "fuck it," and had dessert. A waffle pretty much floating in maple syrup and cinnamon. It was sickly sweet, but good. Thursday I had dinner with my mum and we went to this place called Moo Burgers -- all burgers, as I'm sure you can tell -- and they have onion rings, which I love. They really need to be served at more places, I think, because you can never have too many or have them too often. And then, finally, Friday night I went to a pub for a friend's birthday drinks. Not that bad, even though this friend is someone I actually find quite irritating, lol, but a whole bunch of cool people were there, so that was fun. I didn't drink very much at all (finally mastered this not getting shitfaced thing), and had another burger. Gawd.
Funny thing is, this Saturday coming, this particular friend's family is throwing her a surprise party. Naturally, she doesn't know about it, hence the surprise, but I'm reasonably confident that she's going to hate it. Her family is Indian and her parents' greatest desire is for her to marry a nice Indian boy. This chick hates the idea of having to marry someone her parents might actually like and who might be good for her (she's very contrary), lol. So, there are going to be a whole lot of family friends there and, methinks, one or two eligible bachelors. Apparently there were only going to be 12 of her friends there, but another friend managed to sway her parents into inviting more people. Better for us, lol. There's supposed to be a dress-up-and-dance-around-like-a-fool thing too, which I'm most emphatically not participating in. Party-pooper, I know. I don't really want to go, but her parents have spend thousands of dollars to hire out this fancy Indian restaurant and I do like Indian food, and I really want to see what happens with the surprise, if my friend likes it or not (because I'm awful, I kind of hope she doesn't enjoy it...I've never seen that happen in person before), and if they try to push her to meet some nice Indian boys or not.
Anyway, so that's about it. Convoluted and awful, but I have no brain left. It's still at uni, I think. I'm going to be taking it easy over the next few nights, too, no more burgers and stuff for a while, lol. And I have to be good and actually study; lots of people treat this week before the exam period as a holiday, but some of us don't have that luxury.
Ciao xo