As opposed to some other from of world-ending, obviously.
Although... that slightly optimistic bit of me that went 'oh well at least i wont have to write this land essay if the world ends' is crying in a corner. That's pretty much what im going to tell mum next week when she enters the room at 3 in the morning to find me desperately mashing away at the keyboard.
"I fucked with the schedule I'd made a week ago and waited till the weekend just in case the world blew up - didn't want to waste any precious time i could've spent with you guys!"
Yeah, pigs will give up on naturally attained flight and invent jet-packs before she buys that.
So once again i find myself inexplicably drowning in a shitload of things that need to be done urgently. I say 'inexplicable' but you, me and the next door cat know that's a lie.
It's all her fault.
So as it stands, I've got two weeks to hash out a grand total of 4000 words worth of respectable legal crap, apply to at least 10 firms for internships with a cv that is currently in the works and cover letters that are yet to see light of day, tutorial work for the week that I get back, Tort submission, organise flight plans for the uni bunch for summer 2013, kick ass in COD, finish Assassins Creed III, and clear Dishonoured Corvo Attano's name.
nb: okay, maybe not the last three. It's that devil child, i swear. She's a bad influence.
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