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[Jul. 8th, 2009|09:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Hey Stephen, Taylor Swift | ] |
Thank goodness.
I ran into Chris S. this afternoon at Uni, and he told me that I didn't fail PMP. Apparently it was a close run thing, but I passed the exam - and since I already had 50+ marks that puts me into credit (possibly distinction) territory.
Now I'm paranoid that everything else will fall over because that somehow managed to work out.
...Alternatively, he's just toying with me because he wants to see me cry. I wouldn't be surprised. (Yes, my tinfoil hat is very stylish.)
I now need to find time to print six photos to an acceptable level of quality. I have next Wednesday. And possibly the Wednesday after, though that's the day they're due, so it's not a good day to be relying on. Especially if everyone else will also be relying on it.
...Stress is making me tired. I should eat something then go home. Instead, I plan to visit EGG, then I probably won't move for a while... Blah.
-Mmaster |
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