Egad (By God/ A God). It's time for those dratted (May God Rot Them) final exams. Zounds (God's Wounds). Exams are so dreary (gloomy, depressing; related to the flow of blood). If they were physical entities, I'd take a swing (to flog, to beat) at them. As it is, I'll simply take them and bid them goodbye (God be with you).
So, I just bought a book on word origins, and those are some of them. See how much I hate studying? I've got a crap-load to do tomorrow, but I'm not too fussed. If I don't get to it all, I don't get to it all; what's the worst that could happen? Point-wise, without the final, I have a C in Anatomy. I need to get less than one-third of the final correct to make a B. See? Not fussed. Well, maybe a little. Maybe a little, infinitesimal part of me is beginning to get anxious, bordering on neurotically hysterical, about the impending final. But I'm going to beat that part down while I write another scene for my new story. What would life be without the pressure procrastination brings?
27 April 2008
Etymological Derivations
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