I guess they don't call it Multiple Guess for nothing

So...Went to sleep early, and was roused from my slumber at about 10:30 by Andrew Bakes knocking on my door, asking I wanted to have pizza with him. It would have been a good idea...if I hadn't been asleep. Unfortunately, I couldn't get back to sleep either. Even though the residence has entered 24-hour quiet hours, they've decided to give us a berak and let us be "slightly more than quiet" from 10-11. Enter poorly played acoustic guitars. After that Scott was watching Nightmare Before Christmas without his headphones. So, as you can tell, I didn't get much rest, and am the crankier for it.
I arose at 7:30, got breakfast, and headed to the exam at 8:30. I tried to review my notes, but it was a futile endeavour. I knew what I knew, and was fully prepared to bullshit the rest. And bullshit I did: What I knew comprised about 15 of the 110 (not 150) questions. So I either did really really poorly (which I would suspect is probably the case) or I reallly well (which is what happened on the mid-term). In my defense, the exam was fucking hard. "Guessed on half" is a response I got from most of the friends I polled. Even from my light readings of the notes I could see that there were some questions on the exam that we'd never covered in class (the rest of the questions were things I recognized but couldn't answer as they were far too detailed). I left the exam at quarter after 10. 110 questions in 75 minutes, and there were some who finished before me. Well, as I metioned earlier, I'm not as worried about the next two, so we'll see how that works out.
Oh, and did I mention I've met Ellen's twin, seperated at birth, who went into Kin instead of Drama? I've known her for some time, and she really is exactly the same, although possibly more hyperactive and crazy, and not as good looking. Too bad she's got a 26 year old boyfriend back in Mississauga...