C.H.I.P.S

So, one more essay *sigh*.

I failed my first ever essay (OMGLOL... yeah) because apparently I didn't answer the actual question they posed, instead opting to go off on a tagent about how much I hate the French or something. And I think the constant references to my early days as a child molester didn't help.

Ah, well, you know...

At least it's over. And I spent the weekend with Steff and Mel. Probably more so with Mel, so I am sorry Steff.

*SIGH* I don't know what to do now that Uni is over, but when it was on I never went. It's very weird. I think I will sit on my floor and play with my wrestling men.