Post-MortemThis is getting redundant. Feeling lousy about exams and then blogging about feeling lousy. It's getting old and boring.
So I'll just stop. Cold.
But let me just say that my back and neck hurt. It's all a lie. Hollywood has deceived us, yet again. Curling up in an armchair while reading a good book (or in my case, a Partnership reviewer), may look good on the big screen but it will surely wreak havoc on your back in the real world. Or maybe it was just that particular chair in the Portia room.
Speaking of Hollywood, go watch the "40 Year Old Virgin". I was wrong. It wasn't gross at all. It was actually quite touching.
I notice that I now have quite a number of movie-oriented posts (and I don't even write on every single one I've watched these past few months), this sure is a far cry from my past stance of "I'll-just-wait-for-the-DVD-to-magically-appear-on-top-of-the-tv" as an excuse to avoid lining up at the box office. I guess one of the many perks of having a boyfriend is the fact that you end up watching most of the movies currently showing. Or maybe it's just us.
But I'm drawing the line at "The Haunting of Emily Rose". I don't think my powers can handle it.
Three down, two to go. Freedom comes on Thursday afternoon. I. can't. wait.