Oh sweet Lord. ( yes I picked this phrase up from a friend of mine, and am now addicted to saying it)
Having sat here at my table for close to an hour and a half now with still no process on my geog essay ( because I haven't the faintest idea what the hell urbanisation trends consist of), my lit essay in tatters because I just made a horrifying discovery that, after rushing out an essay before I left the house this morning, my essay has no/so few it can be considered negligible quotes.
And with a speech to write, and my GP essay to plan, this is not good. Something I always realise a tad too late ie. On a Sunday night when I have to be in school tomorrow.
And perhaps I would actually get a start if I stop the monotonous, addictive scrolling on Facebook as a nosey parker and actually seriously attempted my question.
MYEs are in 10 days. Sweet Lord. What the hell am I still doing on my blog?
Get. Off. Now.
Having sat here at my table for close to an hour and a half now with still no process on my geog essay ( because I haven't the faintest idea what the hell urbanisation trends consist of), my lit essay in tatters because I just made a horrifying discovery that, after rushing out an essay before I left the house this morning, my essay has no/so few it can be considered negligible quotes.
And with a speech to write, and my GP essay to plan, this is not good. Something I always realise a tad too late ie. On a Sunday night when I have to be in school tomorrow.
And perhaps I would actually get a start if I stop the monotonous, addictive scrolling on Facebook as a nosey parker and actually seriously attempted my question.
MYEs are in 10 days. Sweet Lord. What the hell am I still doing on my blog?
Get. Off. Now.
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