It also occurred to me afterwards that the actual match would take a shorter time than the total lining up for tickets time.
Went to Victor's house afterwards, completely killed him in FIFA, had lunch, and went home.
After dinner with "friends" (jokes...or is it) tomorrow night, and the "big game" on Saturday, I'll start my gearing up for uni.
Which leads me to a discussion about my timetable. It's generally alright, except for the French tute, which pretty much destroys the perfection that I had planned. I now have to go to uni on Friday, which I didn't plan on doing, and which I was mentally or emotionally prepared for. Now that I've accepted it, I figure it's not so bad, despite Victor's claim that "nobody goes to uni on Friday." I assume that all the science kids will be, and that's all that matters. Sort of.
Word of the day: Hype
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