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Man, I leave for three hours to take an exam and things to go hell in a handbasket.

(okay, six hours to have dinner. And drinks. To celebrate the three hour exam being over.)

Two trolls in a single day is really not on. Don't make me turn this fandom around and head right back home again. I'm serious, one more illogical hyperbolic and ill-spelled statement out of you trolls and I'll do it! And then there will be NO PORN for ANYONE for a WEEK!

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Exam went well -- am well fed, off to have a nap. Wrote fourteen pages, got only slightly bogged down in lack of knowledge of Roman theatre (as opposed to Spectacle, which I TOTALLY KICK ASS on).

More later.

Comment Conservation:

rinkori
Yay for exams going well! I'll bet you have a hand cramp now, though. FOURTEEN pages? O_O

blythely
*academically encouraging thoughts*

Also, for your edification, let me relate a dream involving you - although other people's dreams are always dull, and dreaming about persons you have never met is vaguely frightening for all parties.

Er.

You appeared to be seventeen-year-old Draco, complete with ambiguous sexuality and Death Eater house guests. Except I surmised the ambiguous sexuality from the artfully applied blonde highlights according to Blythely's First Law of Hairdressing(1), and the DE houseguests were actually ageing Hollywood stars such as Debbie Reynolds, Shirley Maclean, and Roseanne Barr, who were all undergoing vague cosmetic surgeries in the attempt to regain their youth. At the same time, I was attempting to read the latest issues of Current Anthropology outside your/Draco's house, which appeared to be on a bay similar to that where [info]lazlet's mama & papa live, and hence I gatecrashed the celebrity botox party. Sam, you did not offer me a drink, but you insisted you could play guitar.

BFLoH: If a man's highlights are better than mine, he is gay.

I'm sure you wanted to know all that. Please continue your goodly works with theatre history.

copperbadge
I often dream about people I've never met -- I just never see their faces clearly (I tend not to look at peoples' faces anyhow, unless I'm consciously making eye contact).

Please know, my dear, that if you ever DO gatecrash a botox party of mine, I will certainly offer you a drink :D

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Thank you for all the congratulations *huge grin* and for those who were worried about my wrist, be reassured, I wrote all fourteen pages on the computer. I'm allowed to keep a copy of my essay, so that I can figure out EVERY SINGLE THING I DID WRONG, like saying Vestal Virgins are Greek. *facepalm*

Anyhow. I'm not going to post the full essays, but if you want to read the questions and snippets of my answers, you can look behind the cut.

Shan't be around this evening; am going to go to the usual Friday night hoohah and have people buy me booze. :D

( My Master's Exam )