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.