Pretty sure I managed to fail yet another exam earlier today, which feels fantastic. Never seen so many stupid French words in my life. 3rd, here I come.

However, today Hannah and I realised that I have muscles on my arms. Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. Not so impressive: Hannah suggesting that I'm going to be the next World's Strongest Man. Yes, she did say MAN. Her following suggestion that I should carry her up the stairs to graduation did not go down very well either, surprisingly!

2 more exams to goooooooo, and although I already feel doomed to failure (and to a 2:2 =(! ) I'm going to try and revise really hard for these next two because they're my hardest. I have taken to praying (I've done it twice. That counts) in the hope that God will feel bad for me and make the exams easier (or at least do-able.) Unfortunately, this does not appear to be working, as today's performance has shown. 

Tired now! Will blog over the weekend, if I can still manage to find the will to live through the next 8 days of torture. Night, world!

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