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Dear Self:

Oh, bugger. You're doing it again.
Let us tell you again what we've been telling you for the past two weeks: EXAMS ARE IMPORTANT. STUDYING FOR THEM ARE HENCE ALSO IMPORTANT.
Here are things that ARE NOT studying:

- Thinking about icons to upload. (P.S.: No, you really DON'T need a Gerard Way icon. Really.)
- Rereading old Placebo interviews and wistfully remembering how pretty Brian Molko was before he went mulletty.
- Overidentifying with Swedish pop groups. (The Perishers, I am looking at you.)
- Having a two-hour long conversation with someone in the comments of a locked post.
- Wondering what to bring for the GSA movie night tomorrow.
- READING FANFICTION. THIS IS NOT STUDYING. THIS IS NOT HOMEWORK. THIS IS NOT CONSTRUCTIVE. DON'T DO IT!!!!!! NO, NOT EVEN FOR TINY LITTLE OUT-OF-THE-WAY FANDOMS!!!!!!!

No, it doesn't matter if these are things that make you happy or amuse you.
No, it doesn't matter if it's too hot to concentrate.
No, it doesn't matter if you don't want to write an essay for Histoire Canadienne.

EXAMS. UNIVERSITY. FUTURE. CAREER. LIFE. SHIT LIKE THAT.
HOP TO IT.

Yours respectfully,
The management

Also, just for posterity's sake, or something:

Mlle Beaton, brandishing a handful of graded tests: Okay, guys, just for future reference... Afghanistan was NOT involved in the Cold War.

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I just finished the essay part of my Histoire Canadienne exam. I think I shall call it The Development of Canada: A Road Lined With The Twisted Remains of a Thousand Bloody Corpses and Rent With The Screaming of the Damned.
...
Or maybe just My Histoire Canadienne Essay.

Edit: Aw. This is my 600th entry. *confettis self*