The next 4 weeks are really study-hectic. The past 4 weeks were really study-hectic. Normally, I would only be in this position for one week, every couple of months, for the occasional assignment. I've got to admit I'm knackered. And only half-way through phase one of hectivity. Phase two starts in May, and is predicted to be even worse.
To add to my difficulties all the leads in the colouring pencils I found in the cupboard are weak and pathetic. They are causing regular and consistent bouts of crayon abuse, much to the bemusement of the cats, who I assume are grateful that it's not aimed at them.
I had planned to finish Block 1 of S3 tonight, but I don't see it happening, as I've already lost interest. I believe I should either be near the end of Block 2, or starting Block 3. Certainly significantly further ahead than I am at this moment.
I was reminded earlier of the guy who faked his own death some time ago and got caught - I don't remember the details, but I know he's referred to as the canoe guy in this house - and more specifically, of a friend of ours very seriously telling us at the time that the guy was claiming insomnia. One of those moments where we couldn't really correct him without appearing to be arrogant bastards, but equally couldn't suppress the uncontrollable fit of giggles that ensued. One of those times where you have to come up with a stupid excuse as to why you're laughing. I did it with someone in the pub once, and said I was laughing at the TV, and they just looked at me and said 'but it's the news'. No getting out of that one.
I might try and do just a few more pages of this text book...
No end in sight
The next 4 weeks are really study-hectic. The past 4 weeks were really study-hectic. Normally, I would only be in this position for one week, every couple of months, for the occasional assignment. I've got to admit I'm knackered. And only half-way through phase one of hectivity. Phase two starts in May, and is predicted to be even worse.
To add to my difficulties all the leads in the colouring pencils I found in the cupboard are weak and pathetic. They are causing regular and consistent bouts of crayon abuse, much to the bemusement of the cats, who I assume are grateful that it's not aimed at them.
I had planned to finish Block 1 of S3 tonight, but I don't see it happening, as I've already lost interest. I believe I should either be near the end of Block 2, or starting Block 3. Certainly significantly further ahead than I am at this moment.
I was reminded earlier of the guy who faked his own death some time ago and got caught - I don't remember the details, but I know he's referred to as the canoe guy in this house - and more specifically, of a friend of ours very seriously telling us at the time that the guy was claiming insomnia. One of those moments where we couldn't really correct him without appearing to be arrogant bastards, but equally couldn't suppress the uncontrollable fit of giggles that ensued. One of those times where you have to come up with a stupid excuse as to why you're laughing. I did it with someone in the pub once, and said I was laughing at the TV, and they just looked at me and said 'but it's the news'. No getting out of that one.
I might try and do just a few more pages of this text book...