Uni life makes the day.

I have been determined for some time now, around about 4 weeks as it goes, to make a conscious effort to do better in my studying this year. To actually achieve that 2:1 or first that i know i could probably do if my brain wasn't slightly impaired by laziness. So far, i have used spell check twice on that paragraph only emphasizing my ineptitude at spelling....and i used to be quite good before 'student-syndrome' set in.

Anyway, i must say that i have failed in my quest to be a good student and make myself proud. The early starts at eleven in the morning require much preparation, and don't even bothering mentioning about the nine o' clock starts. Thats laughable. The preparation resembles nothing less than S.A.S precision which includes setting the alarm and actually calculating the time needed to keep allowing me to hit the alarm button to snooze and making sure i'm still not late. Then there's the realization that if i don't get up now, i will indeed be letting not just myself and future career/life/existence down, but my parents, grandparents, and possible guinea pigs, because every other 'adult' has been up well before the appointed early time of ten o' clock.
Next comes the immediate scramble to the end of the bed to stand for ten minutes staring at the heap of clothes strewn across the floor, all the while scratching your head and not understanding what your doing up or how you got there in the first place. Just before the quick dash to the front door to catch the bus (your way too tired to walk to uni and would hate to be too exhausted to concentrate for your lecture,) you manage to throw clothes at yourself and look like a slightly nicer smelling hobo.

Ipod blaring leads to the inevitable odd stares on the bus from the old folks who look at you in disgust. Apparantly in the war no one was a lazy bleeder and a quick mad dash in the appropriate footwear (flipflops) for the onslaught of rain thats decided to attack you, minus the umbrella.

You make it just in time to the lecture to be fifteen minutes late because you nearly broke your fucking neck on the way up, got stuck behind some stupid old person and then you wanted a fag anyway.

Catch up on sleep in the lecture because at the end of the day, who needs facts about business skills, and then its off to lunch.