Currently Playing: Tom McRae - The Girl Who Falls Downstairs.
I am exhausted.
2 papers down, 3 more to go, and already I feel like tearing my hair out.
The whole experience of trying to recall last semester’s work, and cramming as much as humanely possible has numbed me out to the point of….I don’t know, debilitation?
I have never felt so utterly indifferent to examinations before though. I am worrying, but not as much as I usually do.
Today’s paper was Company Law I. It was one of those papers where you have no option but to just throw everything at the wall to see what sticks. I was just too tired from yesterday’s paper to think straight. Lets hope I made enough of a mark on it, shall we?
Right,
so here’s a question:
How come there’s suddenly all these MU people I don’t know making their way to me after Sunday’s game? Seriously. Today alone, 3 of them found it terribly compelling to take some trouble to give their greetings and smile their (oddly generic) smug smiles. Then they stick around to get a reaction before making hasty departures.
Honestly, the phrase ‘bad timing’ here doesn’t even begin to cut it. Exams, remember? Sunday’s match had to take a backseat and give way to studying for Land Law II. So miserably wrapped up was I that when Lutfi popped his head in and delivered the final score, I merely nodded meekly before turning back to work.
I’ve had time to read on some post-match analysis though. I summarise that a Torres’ off-day and an unmarked Rooney made the result what it was. I saw the goal - I believe Rooney was aiming for the net; it just got to Tevez first before reaching its final destination. Just as long as the playing was fair between both teams, I think I can live with that.
After every game where the Reds are defeated, its customary for me read Paul Tomkins’ column to iron things out. He writes with such levelheadedness, logic and rationale that I feel better almost instantly. I like people who can have a reasonable take on a match and can write on it without getting overly emotional.
It was my dad’s birthday yesterday. We surprised
him with cake and presents. The best part was when he was supposed to
blow out the candles. My sibs got the ones that automatically relight
after it’s blown out, so watching Abah huffing and puffing away with
little success at getting the candles to go out was hilarious. We joked
that it must be because of his age, which made him even more determined
to get the flames blown out. Funny stuff. =)
Didn’t I mention earlier I was exhausted?
I am.
Good night, dear reader/s.
Enough said here.
