Accounting: How I hate you!

I hate accounting! I tried once again sooo hard to get myself an A1! And when i say hard, I mean relatively hard for me. It was symbolic subject! If I could do well in that, ie A1, 100points, then that would mean to me I could do chemical engineering. Maybe it still can be symbolic. Whenever i think i have done enough, or am working hard enough to achieve what I need, and deserve, then suddenly I must do 10% more. I will not be dishearted and selfpitying. I must lift my head up for my next two exams, and then lower it gently towards rim of a glass, containing vodka and lime! So the next time we talk, I will be a free woman. Well till the 26th of june, then i leave ireland for 9 weeks, to au pair in the firey casm of heat that is madrid.

I will return with the knowledge of my results, and hopefully a dark tan to scour the walks of UCC!
Adios,
Lady Shareefy.

ARGGHHH

I hate today so much!
Very few things could make me hate this day more, and the last thing i ever wanted to do was be this way.
My maths paper 2 was such a nightmare, that content, couldn't possibly be part of my vocabulary for a long while to come. I hate this so much because I tried so hard to get myself the A grade that I so badly wanted, and now my efforts were futile! I know if I was as capable as I thought I was, i should have done fine, but thats life isn't it.

You can also see from how badly written this is, that an A in english isn't likely either.

Lets just say, I'm very grateful paper 1 went better.

Life sucks.
Over and Out

Day Saturday! the first of the lc :D

Oh, I do love to say, I am finished with the blasted, cursed Irish. I don't have to see a silly piece of stair na gaeilge arís go deo na deora, mo stór. Ach, ní mór dom a rá, nach bhfuil mo ghaeilge go h-ainnis, ach fós níl sé ar fheabhas fresin. Don't get me wrong, I think its a lovely language and we should be proud of our culture and our past, but lets say not as proud of our literary past please. Forcing teenagers, who are barely capable of holding a conversation with a gaelgóir, to learn and discuss poetry is ridiculous. So I'm done!

Piece by piece i will discover who I am. I do like to pretend I could be great in the future, but perhaps I should be content with good. But, whats good? I'll never be great as far as I am concerned, because once you become great, the war is over. And rather like "nineteen eighty-four", we need a continuous symbolic war to ensure the control and command of one's soul.

Next time we speak dear blog, I will try and explain how I discussed the passions and idealism raged a teenager's soul!
SIlly english papers no?