Scotch and Sox: FAILURE CITY

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

FAILURE CITY

Gah!

Guys, I'm sorry this is late, I'm also sorry that it's going to be so short and whiny. I'm also sorry that I'm two challenges behind.

I'm about to explode with exams. I DON'T WANT TO DO THEM ANY MORE, I KNOW IT'S NOT LIKE A HAVE A CHOICE BUT I THEY ARE STINKY AND I WISH THEY'D GO AWAY.

I'm feeling terribly unprepared for the 3 I have in the next 3 days because I spend so long revising for Financial Maths. Not that all that revision made any difference because to be honest the exam kinda sucked. Also I'm hardly sleeping and drinking and eating way too much coffee and sugar and it's all making me crazy.

But anyway they'll all be over on Thursday and then I'm going to party!

[Mainland Scotland guys: we should do something awesome this weekend. I'm on antibiotics again so I can't/shouldn't/probably will drink. But we should go to the comedy club cos' I don't think you guys have ever been and it's ALWAYS HIGHLARIOUS]

Peace out dudes!

Love Mhairi

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RoseanneMay 18, 2010 at 4:44 AM
Owww Mhairi! Don't be stressed. Everything is going to be OK! Remember that on ever mental revisit to any exam your grade gets lower, when in actual fact you will have done fantastically. All that revision will have paid off, you'll see!

Don't worry too much about the challenges. I kinda think we should post them on saturday so you have more time to prepare, or you start writing on saturdays instead of mondays so you have even more time to prepare?

I would love to do something on the weekend, but alas, I have a three hour exam I am nowhere near prepared for!

Much luck and love, I believe in you! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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-She is entirely responsible for those instances when I am by myself and burst into spontaneous laughter. The lovely Mhairi is the wittiest person I know. - Roseanne

Mhairi has never failed to amaze me. Her total gracelessness, shocking lack of tact and obnoxious personality entranced me the moment I met her. She's witty and smart and funny without even trying and I have, indeed, loved her long time. - Jenny

The first time I met Mhairi, she was wearing nothing but a Troy Bolton beach towel. I'm not really sure what else I need to say about this. -Ashley

Ashley

Ashley was born in the little suburbs of the South Shore. She moved around a lot in her early months, perhaps instilling in her a deep need for stability and roots. By her first birthday, she had decided she would never be leaving the home she lived in then. She vowed to defend it until the day she died and this she did quite well until her eighteenth year, when she was shipped off to a boarding school in the western portion of the state. There, she traded cranberries for corn husks and Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr and Henry David Thoreau for Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson.

Ashley spent much time pining for Boston and developing a thicker accent to accompany her need for truly 24-karat gold domes and baseball players. Tragedy struck at the end of her first year in Western State when betrayal by a friend led to in-fighting with her army. Suddenly, home was no longer the safe haven it had been before. Tragedy again struck in her second year in Western Mass, when betrayal by a soldier hit where it hurt most (Facebook). However, all began to heal when she discharged said soldier from her life and began fighting a good fight for education in the mean streets of middle school.

There, Ashley learned to stop knife fights between seventh graders, how to multiply fractions, and the true value of being called words she is not at liberty to repeat. But all was still wrong in Western State. In Western State, even the brooms had it out for her and while her professors adored her, she suffered a terrible sweeping accident that tore tendons only Tom Brady has the sex appeal to tear in a manly manner. It was fine, though, because despite being a codeine cowgirl for a couple weeks, Ashley began plotting her self-imposed exile.

"Where is warm?" she wondered. "Where is sunny?" "Where are the people going to stand behind me and support my desperate love of sports and Boston and deep-fried anything?" This is how Ashley wound up in Scotland, but the stories of what she did once she was there, those are for another blog:

http://lordbyronsluggage.blogspot.com/

- Did this girl swallow a dictionary, a tub of glitter and a rainbow when she was little? Her words are eloquent, scintillating and beautiful at all times. I'm in awe of her. - Roseanne

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