vicarz | (no subject)

Today my last exam of the term is at 6pm. I feel pretty good about the thing, after spending another full day yesterday getting ready. I should really not tell people how hard I try, when later I'll only have a B to show for my efforts. It would look more dignified if I just lied and said I was party-party. It's only a failure if you try and fail, nothing ventured nothing lost!

I might go to the exam dressed for Nation (just shorts and t-shirt, boots) with my hair all spikey spikey. I don't know if I'll go to nation after the exam, but I could. I might. Maybe I could go to Kel's house o' holes. Or I could come home and stare at the wall and think.

I'm in a good mood. I feel good. I feel the pleasure that comes from the cessation of pain.