This is the end of everything, you are the end of everything.

It's my last test for uni today. Last test for a long time, hopefully.

I'm looking forward to finishing it. Getting out of there.

I'm not looking forward to that fact that, without travelling to university everyday, I won't have any exercise. Walking up that hill, to the bus stop and all that was my exercise. So I'm going to have to jog or something. I'll figure it out.

This last test is of the hardest subject. Mainly because there are a tonne of definitions, some are very similar but mean different things in different contexts. So that's going to be fun.

I love the challenge of a test. I love the satisfaction when I finish a test early. This time, I'll put my pencil down and never have to do a test for at least two years.

It also means that this is one of my last posts on this blog. I'm not sure whether to delete it or not. I'll figure it out. Most likely I'll just leave it.

Hopefully the next time I post on here, I will be with my results. My passing results. :)

Tests tests tests tests.

Final exams this week. Oh jesus.

At the end of year 12, I told myself that I would wholly apply myself and study hard. Somewhere deep dpwn I know those promises were to keep my happy about my decision to go to university.

I haven't studied. Assignments have been down at the last minute and like at school, I'm passing and that's all that counts. So I don't see the point in trying to reach any higher. The only thing is... I need a certain GPA to get into an honours course. And without an honours course I can't be a psychologist, I don't think. So... that's great.

I think I've made a decision to join the force anyway. It seems the easiest way to get where I want. Last night I heard that there is only one proflier in Australia. One. And that's not me. Most of the people in my psychology course are wanting to be forensic profilers. So a police man could be cool. The next thing up is a detective which is a little appealing.

So my options have opened up a little, and they don't all rest on me finishing my course. I'm not torn whether I will go back or not. It's 2 years away so I'm not stressing now. And at this moment, if you asked me if I wanted to go back I would absolutely say no.

But perhaps when I'm mature. Ready. Responsible. Travelled. Determined. I'll go back.

I am freaking paying for it all. Ugh.

1008PSY tomorrow. 1005 Wednesday. 1009 Thursday. 1001 Friday. First exams is at 8:30 in the morning.

What the fuck were the organisers thinking? "Oh hey, lets make all the exams after each other and the first one early in the morning." Thanks, jerk offs.

So glad I'm not working tonight.

La la la.

Oh boy. I'm so glad that it's nearly over. I have one more day left of classes. Then a week off. Then four exams. Then nothing. Uni will be over. And it's a great feeling.

So a run down on how I went? So far I'm surprisingly passing everything. Which is great. I mean, I don't want to stay but atleast I'll get credited for all this shit that I went through.

I don't know if I will ever go back. I keep telling myself I will but I'm renowned for never following through on anything I say.

I want to go back. I want to be able to say I completed a university degree. But I'm not sure if Psychology is what I want to do. I still want to be a forensic psychologist but I can think of other ways to get there. Apparently I only have to do a year and a half of study or something (and turn 25) before I'm eligible to join the force. And I can work my way up that way I guess. There will be a lot more work but if I were to finish my degree, honors and all. Then I would have to join the police force. I'd still have to wait until I was 25. I'd just have a full degree behind me. So... eh. I would also like to work at a rehab clinic or something. Not the ones that just drug them all up. The one like Halle Berry in Gothika. Sounds like a plan.

No matter what I choose to do with regard to uni, I know it will have something to do with people. And their brains. And their thoughts.

As much as I hate people... they interest me so fucking much.