We get back the Leaving Cert results tomorrow. Huh. The thought that immediately pops into my heads is ‘uggghhhhhhhhhhaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnhhh’. Kind of a prolonged, strangled groan. Words just can’t do that sound justice, but if I were to attempt to articulate its meaning, I’d say it’s the sound you make in the morning when you’ve just been startled awake out of a dream, at the sexiest part, in order to do something which you know is important, but just don’t care about right now, because all you want is to go back to sleep and continue your sexy dream. That sound.
Maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last week in bed with fevers and shit… (“HE’S GOT SWINE FLU! HOLY SHIT! THAT AMERICAN BASTARD IS TRYING TO DESTROY OUR FLIMSY ECONOMY WITH HIS FOUL VIRULENT AURA. WITHOUT HEALTHY WORKERS MOTHER IRELAND WILL FALL TO THE CAPITALIST SWINE.”) … Sorry, as I was saying, maybe it’s because I’ve been sick, but am I really the only one who just doesn’t really care? I even thought the results were out on the 13th, ’til I started getting texts. I mean, I’m not looking forward to it, and I’m expecting to be disappointed, but ultimately I just can’t get worked up about it. It’s done. Over. Whatever that number is tomorrow, I can’t do anything to change it.
It IS a big deal for me, like anyone else. A few points makes the difference between psychology and biotechnology for me, which is quite a big difference. And I really am not sure what I got, so tomorrow is probably a bigger deal for me than a lot of people who probably have a better idea of what to expect. Nonetheless I’ll still probably end up getting distracted tomo
rrow and forgetting about the results thing. Probably. Just can’t help but think of it as kind of a minor ordeal in light of the grand scheme of things.
As the saying goes: No use crying over spilled blood.
Or was it something else…?