Not-so-finally-finished

Grrrr.

My essay is not, as I had previously shouted for all four of my followers to hear, finished.

This is a good thing as well as a bad thing. While it means that I don't get to be rid of it until Monday, it also means that I have plenty of time to fix up a word-count error that I discovered late last night and just generally polish it up.

This post also sort of links to Leish and Louises' blogs, with a common statement - I HATE SCHOOL!

However, this week is improving a little - she's leaving Port Lincoln tomorrow and I can have my princess back. I can't wait to be all muhy and kiss and cuddle her.

I'm weird. I'm pretty much the opposite of every other teenage guy there is...

I thought it would never end

It's finally finished!

That's right folks, my Stage 2 English Studies Individual Study Critical Essay is finally finished, after three terms of working on it. It's done!

And I'm not even allowed to have my name on it. Nope, it just says "810726X". That's me....

I suppose that's a good thing though. It means when I fail I won't have the shame of having my name on it...