Augh.

Bed in under two hours, hopefully. Stupid exam. I almost want to throw myself out my window to kill myself to keep from writing my exam, only I don't live high enough off the ground to die when I hit.

Ah, well, I'd rather write the exam tomorrow than have a broken leg and have to write the exam anyways. ;)

Also, despite the fact that there was very little quality television tonight, I have to say I've studied to shows like The Apprentice, The Bachelor, Smallville, Angel, a bit of Jay Leno and a bit of The Daily Show.

Note to self: studying on your couch is not condusive to actual study.

Okay, I've wasted enough time for now. Back to it.

Sweet!

My exam, which I thought was at 9am, is actually at 9:30am! Thirty more minutes of sleep, sleep, blessed sleep!

Which means waking up about five hours and twenty minutes from now, still, but YAY!

The plan: Go to bed at 3:30, wake up at 7:30, leave the house at 8:30, arrive at school by 9, have a quick breakfast consisting of Timbits and milk, then go take the exam.

(And why the hell was I so excited to be registered for school earlier today? More classes mean MORE EXAMS. Augh. Why am I DOING this to myself?!)

<goes back to studying>

ulgh.

must. get. show. on. road.

whimper.

(well, hell, at least I'm awake. And can I just say how much I'm relishing the concept of coming back to bed later this morning?)

Up and down kinda day.

Got three hours of sleep.

Went to my exam.

They didn't let me bring in my Coke bottle. "Beverages are not permitted. Only water is allowed, and it must be kept under your seat." I sort of apologized and put my Coke back in my bag, but I sat there staring at the invigilator saying to myself "You're a ritualistic bitch," as ritualists were one of the deviant types we studied. It actually helped on the exam, too, since there were a couple of questions on those types of deviants. (A ritualist doesn't care about societal goals and achieving them so much as the means by which they should be achieved. You tend to find these people in bureaucracies. Surprise, surprise.)

Wrote the exam. I think the lowest I could have gotten was 77 which is a B+, so I'm looking at a B+/A- average in the class at the least, I think. That's going to be nice.

Got home, got some news from my mom saying that my last maternal great-aunt passed away last night and promptly spent the next hour and some in tears before falling asleep. (I'm better, now. It surprised me, but it wasn't unexpected. And she believed she was going to a better place and I believe she's in a better place. I can just see her getting to Heaven, looking around and understanding everything all of a sudden, and saying "Ohhhhhhhhh," in her trademark way. It makes me smile.)

Woke up, bummed around a bit, and then watched the hockey game.

Which we won, 5-1. Finally, we shellacked that flukey goalie of theirs. I can't help but wonder if my screaming at him on Tuesday night that he SUCKS and he's a FLUKE had anything to do with his mere 25 save performance. Heh.

But better than smacking down Raycroft, Theodore made 43 saves. Nice.

I'm still kind of eh, and have scratched any plans to study tonight. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday should be sufficient for PoliSci, even taking out time on Saturday to watch Game 6. Social Problems will require some review on Monday evening/Tuesday daytime, and that's fine.

Things are okay, basically, and I'm feeling a lot better than I was earlier. Thanks, people, for letting me ramble. :)

(Not that you have a choice, but it's nice to think that people occasionally read my rambling. ;))