I have a serious case of Exam PTSD.

[ladymirth]

It's over. My finals. I'm free.

So why do I feel like something terrible is about to happen and I've forgotten something? I feel like there MUST be some kind of assignment I've totally forgotten and must stay up and finish. Which is laughable because I have develpoed an eye twitch from sheer exhaustion.

Help! My exams have given me post traumatic stress disorder.

Also, my room is trashed, I'm dead broke and I still haven't got Boy a birthday present.

*folds up and moans* 

*snore*  

EDIT: ....and the other shoe just dropped. Only not from the quarter I was expecting. 

Holy shit. 

Comments

[missile-envy.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear your finals are over, but...yeah, I understand the dread of the dead-tired final unknown, when you look at your computer and are like, "Oh NO, did I actually turn that shit in?! Oh, God!" *Pillow over head because it's too late/early/you can't tell the difference anymore and you're too tired to deal with it.* Or else waking up every fifteen minutes convinced you've missed an assignment or a paper even though finals are over, because there's always some sort of complication that involves nakedness.

As for the Boy, telling them they're far too complicated and incomprehensible has always worked for me when I couldn't find a gift on time. Plus they tend to drop very useful clues.

Poor thing. I hope you have a nice, long, intellectually vacant holiday. You certainly deserve it.

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Or else waking up every fifteen minutes convinced you've missed an assignment or a paper even though finals are over, because there's always some sort of complication that involves nakedness.

Oh, God, yes. That is it, exactly. I had a vivid dream last night of my Public Relations instructor texting me saying that my research report sucked ass and she's expound upon why at length in the morning. The only upside to this is that there was no nakedness involved...

...until it somehow morphed into a dream about James Bond movie with a Bond girl who looked as pretty as Cillian Murphy in drag and turned out to be a transgender to boot. It was a very weird dream. And in retrospect, quite hilarious.

As for the Boy, telling them they're far too complicated and incomprehensible has always worked for me
It would, if Boy hadn't thrown me a surprse party this year which he had planned for three months. Oh, the guilt!

Poor thing. I hope you have a nice, long, intellectually vacant holiday. You certainly deserve it.

I don't actually take to long stretches of intellectual vacancy too well. That is the thing about me. When I'm in the middle of exams I want to be on holiday and when I'm on holiday I want to be back at school. The universe has engineered it so I cannot win.

Hope you're doing okay Dasha. Btw, I finally understand your love for Mamma Mia. =D Finally went to watch it with friends a few weeks back.