Thinking about exams III

Room is now clean and smells like purple unicorns and dandelions. personal hygiene has returned to normal.

Tomorrow hopefully, I may be able to purchase several new pairs of jocks when Molly and I go shopping- to avoid any future episodes of 'wearing same pair for days' syndrome.

We will need to find things to fill our now education-less days with. Knitting class on Tuesday afternoons with Gladys anyone?

'we have the world at our feet' apparently, but first we must find something which we love.

Currently I am really loving the idea of making my OWN doilie, and all of the time Molly and I now have to eat ice-cream together.

Thinking about exams II

I am sitting on the floor of my smelly, dirty room in my boxers - the same pair I have been wearing for the last five days.

I have been sleeping on my mattress on the floor,  due to the fact that my little brother moved it there and I haven't moved it back.

The windows have been closed, and the curtains drawn for almost three weeks - since the beginning of swotvac.

I am surrounded by bits of paper, pages of scribbled notes, handouts, booklets.

I can smell my own B.O which has slowly been getting worse with each shower-less day that drifts by.

I go to bed late and get up late.

When I wake up, on the floor of my stinky room, I can see the bottle of chilli vodka I have been fermenting.

I can see the cuban cigars sitting on the desk next to the bottle of vodka.

I find inspiration in watching fight club over and over,

 - these things are the current reason I haul myself out of bed in the morning.

Thinking about exams

Gentlemen, let us smoke cigars and drink fine wine in a jaccuzzi atop a Mediterranean villa, to remind ourselves that we were born with nothing and shall die, nothing - nothing but a memory within the minds of those with whom we shared company; in the home, in the church, at dinner, in the park. What more can we hope for?

An Italian villa, a Lamborghini and a vineyard by a beach?

Let us share our dreams and our thoughts and one day die, as nothing - but knowing, and find meaning in the fact that we meant more to each other than things.