My sick, twisted mind

Morning has come and I am up and awake, ready to do work. The only thing is that today is not the best day and i feel as if I do not want to visit my sick, twisted mind that has to come up (in details) with ideas of molesting children, cannibals, zombie-viruses and what not. I am scaring myself on how detailed it gets, and I am not enjoying writing it. But anything for a good grade, right? This story is bound to be the darkest thing I have ever written, and going to write in a long time. I just got my fingers crossed that my teacher will like it too. It is so hard to please everyone, especially so I get a good mark, because I need to get that 2:1 average! I want it so bad, I need it so bad! Why? Because I really want to do a Masters (MA) at Essex when I am done with my Bachelor-degree (BA), and to get in to Essex, which is one of the best universities for my degree, then I need a 2:1. On top of that I would get a discount since I am an alumni, and that can be from 10% to more than 25%, of more than £10.000, which in the end comes up to a lot of money.

So today I am doing nothing but work, and being with Ali because he is going home to London for a week tomorrow. I am going to miss him so much again, but I got loads of work cut out for me, and my friends are starting to come back so I can do something with them to. I will probably just end up doing fuck all, but I do not care, I am sort of speak done with my first essay that is due on the 24th of April, so I still got time for the next after holiday is over. SHIT! I have not even started revising for the exam yet, so we could all agree on me being doomed! Oh well, as long as I pass, I am happy…