Psuedo-IB, Uni-Style

I thought that the weeks of hell ended with our joyous end of IB. Oh, was I soooo wrong. This week has been hell on wheels. I mean, it's practically IB in its suckiness. In fact, it's psuedo IB...only uni-style.

Yesturday was the worst day so far as I was incredibly busy. And Carmela made us sing about prepositions in Spanish. I had my econ midterm yesturday, which I hope (fingers crossed!) I didn't do too badly on. But let's face it, I probably failed with flying colors.

Mark and I went to the Study Abroad fair in SUB and we found a guy that went to Belfast on exchange. He was super nice and answered all of my very annoying questions and gave me some info. Now all I have to do is research my school, programs, etc and find some scholarship info. Funzies.

The blood clinic was quite long, despite the fact that it only took me just over four minutes to actually give blood. Thus, I was fifteen minutes late for choir, but it's not like anyone noticed. But I didn't stay at the clinic for as long as I was supposed to, plus I forgot my coat and it was freezing, consequently I nearly passed out a few times. But it was all good. I refuse to faint. It's just way too girly.

I watched Mark's dodgeball game, which was really fun. They won this time. Well, they practically slaughtered Rob's floor. Except I managed get my pants soaked down one leg as a ball knocked into Chris's waterbottle which then spilled all over me. Oh, it was so hot, so steamy. It really just looked like I wet myself. Apparently I was playing with dandilions too much.

Today was just boring, and I've bored you enough already, so I shan't give you a play-by-play. Suffice to say I took quite a few cat-naps in stat. And I have a shit-load of homework due tomorrow which I have not yet started on. But hey, The OC is on tonight, which I shall probably watch on Mark's floor, as per usual. They're quite the OC floor.

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