While m3 should officially be starting in about 10 days time, and m2 has certainly been one helluva long freaking year, I somehow feel like maybe I'm not quite ready to make the transition. It sounds silly, but I feel like I'm in limbo somewhere. And quite likely this is not just a hypothetical situation either. There is a high chance of vivas or supps for me, and hence a disarming uncertainty about the future.

It helps that my parents don't really bug me about results, and my mom told me she rather I sleep healthily than stress over my exams. I'm not 100% convinced that she means this, but I suppose it's a nice gesture. Parents should give their kids leeway to screw up big time every once in a while you know. Although, I have a feeling I used up my getoutofjailfree card that once when I got almost straight Fs in j1. So we shall see. At least I still have the sympathy vote on account of being sick and on antibiotics throughout last week and even during the papers. But still. It is no excuse for my lacklustre and somewhat cavalier attitude towards much of the year.

Really, I would like nothing more than to just scrape by and be able to say FUCK MICROB once and for all. I'm not even asking for a good grade or anything, although that would be a nice token in exchange for just about all the life I no longer have. The worst nightmare would be having to repeat 15 exams and 8 months of m2. The bloody bacteria and fungi and viruses just grow whatever fucking way they like, and cause whatever fuck they like, and you just have to know that no matter how many times you skimmed through your notes, you will just never be able to remember which one of them causes congenital intracerebral periventricular calcifications, or even what the hell that is. Once you accept that, you're well on your way to smoking through your essays and making up all sorts of adverse effects with flair and persuasion.

So anyway I'm clearly at a loss as to how I'm going to spend my long and luxurious week and a half of SPRING BREAK, WOOHOO. I feel like i need to do some cardio, and maybe get a tan. But then again what's the point if I'm going to be skulking around in a cheap labcoat for like the next 3 years. Fake tanner is so much easier (and totally NONorangey) after all. I did have a serious intention of completing some instructor course, and hence actually doing something useful with my life, but then I started thinking of all the better ways to spend 2 weekends and 600 bucks. I guess I am doomed to a lifestyle of junk food and sloth, but I have come to appreciate that laziness is truly a glorious feeling.

Oh, and I'm working on a new layout. I'll be moving to a new space as soon as I can think of a suitably noncheesy address that is befitting of a soon-to-be fully constitutional mature adult. Don't hold your breaths though.

A few more days till the viva lists are out, and then the shit will hit the fan. Till then, I am most definitely going to be slacking the hell off. 'Night!