Herstory
[Eew, the ugliest entourage ever]
Here I am, repeating history. Last semester, twas the night early wee hours before my last seminar, I am sitting in front of my laptop finishing up the assignments. Last time I was Hermione-oriented, panicking right, left and center. This time around, I only pretended the Hermione-oriented panic… I need a wake up call, I’m losing it and I’m flunking it. I had half the mind (not in the sense Bucky Katt literally sees ‘half a mind’) to not submit my TITAS and PRO421 term paper, weighing the 7% and 10% which I might be able to redeem in my exam paper (come to think of it, I think I did not submit an assignment last semester… what was it, I remember Raymee’s words echoing… “Suessy, that was ten marks, tau!”).
But dude, PRO421 is the first subject of the programme that I am going through (Public Relations) and why the hell would I screw it up? Can’t I even write the fucking term paper if I were to be (insya Allah) the next best PR practitioner? Can’t I digest the information that I have read? What would Blair Waldorf thinks? Despite the mixers, hairbands, revenges, and juggling Nate and Chuck, isn’t she the elite-non-wizarding-glamorous version of Hermione?
Apparently, I am unable to write down the points and whatnots for this term paper. I am a bit halted by the fact that I have to know how to put it in the academic writing format although the others simply copy and paste there you go, ma’am.
Right, I have only permitted myself ten minutes to write up an entry after I was inspired by Le Crap that I would start blogging (regularly, maybe) again. Now I only allow myself the next fifty minutes and counting to write up that term paper.
Funny, though.
Alright, said (blog) regularly… I will update again. I want to talk about how pissed off I am with the way people spell boring as “burink”. Burit(to) kau.
Blogtionary my ass.
