i just handed in my essay final and already its getting to me. on top of that i can't really predict what i'll be doing next year so its not like i can start studying for that - though i might start 'practicing' for the 2009 UMAT*

and then i rediscovered these things going through my room and cleaning up and shit for the first time in about six months (i even cleaned the second carpet). they're called 'books'**. currently going over a little krugman number.

*for those of you who potentially care: 192 (97th percentile)

**funny story about that: returning a book at the maribrynong library when i realised the book i had handed the librarian and a bright pink rubber (wrapped, not used, 'ribbed for her pleasure' - don't ask me, point the finger at sam) jammed between the pages. snatched it out of her hands and mumbled something about about forgetting my bookmark and avoided all eye contact.