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Wasted

My exams are in exactly 6 days. SIX DAYS. Which leaves me one day a subject. Which basically means I'm screwed.

And I'm still not motivated enough to study. I am worried. Yet not worried enough to actually study. I've been studying in bits and pieces. Not nearly enough.

And I wonder what's going to happen during the exams. I'm going to be a quivering, nervous wreck and it'll all be my fault.

What do I need?

A good kick up the ass!

Comments

pj said…
hey...going through the same exact situation right now!....the only diff is that my exams are on and i am busy blogging and doing random things....just anything but studying!...
nitya said…
Good luck with ur exams! Thanks for the blog list!
Homecooked said…
Hey all the best for your exams...get back to your books babes.Few more days and then you can enjoy as much as you can...do I sound like your mom :) I used to get this sermon all the time :)
Nirmal's Blog said…
all the best 4 ur xams..dont worry u will do good..
Gentle Whispers said…
@ PJ : Blogging never seems as irresistable as it does during exams. Dont you agree?

@ Nitya: Your welcome. Hope you liked them.

@ Homecooked : Yes, you do sound like my mom. But its ok. I don't really mind especially since you don't have the power to ground me.

@ Nirmal : Thank you. I hope do well too. :D
Harry said…
hey
couldnt find u on facebook so had to resort to this. im sorry about the outursts. randomity is something extremely personal to kyra and by extension to me so i got quite pig headed and irrational and jumped to conclusions which are in all fairness, unfair. im sorry about that.
Homecooked said…
Hey....All the best for your exams.Do well!

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