gibberish

it's never a good idea to rush 2 terms worth of work in a night. i feel like i'm in one of those shopping competitions they used to show on tv, where people will run around the supermarket in a fixed amount of time and grab whatever they want/is most expensive. good summary of what i'm doing now actually - skimming through, no make that scanning through, notes on topics which i'm supposed to be on top of, hoping that somehow there's some retaining thing in my brain that i never knew existed exist.

well, this is it. my last paper, finally my red carnation. (not that i particularly like carnations, nice as they are. it's just that oxford has this tradition of pinning carnations to our gowns for good luck, and a different colour for each stage of your examinations.) speaking of which, i should at some point post pictures of my friends and i in our silly silly gowns. provided i take them first. especially since some thrashing will take place, though thankfully it would not be along the lines of flour, eggs, wine etc etc on the expensive sub fusc (gown). just some tame glitter
and water, which i can handle i think.

speaking of gowns, my friend remarked that it's perhaps only in oxford and cambridge where the guys can say 'shit i left my gown behind' and still retain his masculinity. food for thought. reminds me of guys in eyeliner (which i emphatically think should not at all be attempted, even when drunk, unless of course you are johnny depp.)

i'm incorrigible. it's 8am, my paper starts at 930am, and i haven't finished revising 2/3 of what i am supposed to know. (and here i am blogging)