Here are all the Not Funny things in my life today. In increasing degrees:
Not Funny:
My Lit Exam today. Owen, Fitzgerald and O'Casey. Urg. I died somewhere. Wrote too much. Said too little. All too confused.

Not Funny-er:
6 hour nap...
Only to be awakened by Mr. Cook's phone call...
Asking for ALL my UK application stuff...
Which clearly, I haven't done.

More Not Funny:
I am busy tomorrow...
And I have 2 papers left.
I also fucked up maths paper 2. And SEA history is... never predictable.

Most Not Funny:
I really have no fucking idea what I want to do with my life.
Which is why I have been so slow with my UK applications.
There are a number of questions on my mind.
If I don't stand a chance, why pay so much... At a scholarship I mean. I mean... hello. I know what I am and how I look like on paper, non-academically speaking. So who the hell am I kidding.

I really really really don't know. I hate how I have no dream. I really do. But there's probably nothing I can do to remedy the situation... I've been trying trust me. It's just not all working out.

The crashing prelims part also does not put me in a good mood to tackle all this crap this weekend.

I have like 48 hours to get my life ironed out.

I am still woozy from aforementioned 6 hour nap.

The problems are huge. My brain's not working (ref. prelim essays). I am still tired.

The prospects are bleak I tell you.