Ok, so I survived Satan's Own Torture Number 1. However, on Monday I have my Italian Oral. On Tuesday, my French Oral. On Thursday, my German Oral.
Have I learnt much for any of them? No.
Is it Liberation Day tomorrow? Yes.
Is Ben getting here for some Lib Day celebrations tonight? Yes.
Gaah.
Right now I am tidying my room in anticipation of the 6ft+ ginger male soon to be descending to crash on my floor. Luckily he doesn't get here until midnight, because I need to run to Tesco and buy food, cook said food, straighten my hair, and do an absolute Everest of dishes before he arrives.
Will I ever pass my oral exams? Only time will tell. At least I know half of my Italian. Ben is being thrown out on Sunday whether his train is on time or not, so I can desperately cram. Haven't even started on the French presentation yet, I'm just going to end up doing that on Monday once the Italian is done. It should be over by about midday, so I'll go straight from there to Caffe Nero for some super-French learning. Only problem with Caffe Nero is that Jack Sparrow Dude is often in there and I spend a lot of time mooning over him instead of working... damn...
Oh well, what is there to be expected. If someone looks like they're a walking experiemental mix of Jack Sparrow, Tuomas Holopainen, and Russell Brand, they've got to expect the odd stare of admiration!
Misty x