I feel like the man lost in the desert longing for some water. Apart from I'm the girl sat in our spare bedroom longing for revision to be over. I am thoroughly fed up of it all. I have revised the Cold War to the death. I have only just started English revision. This may be a disadvantage to my life seeing as a) I'm studying English Language at uni b) my exam is next week c)it's a difficult subject *cries* There is something stopping me running around the house (not naked, thankfully) screaming 'I AM SCREEEEEEEEEWED!!!!!!!!!!!'. That being my grandma is home at this precise moment and she's too close to phoning the doctor on my mental condition as it stands anyway. What am I to do? Any answers on the back of a postcard please...
On the plus, it has been half term. We all love a half term holiday. Though, to be fair, the next few months are going to be a big long holiday. I do enjoy holidays. It gives me a chance to sleep. And watch stupid television programmes such as Jeremy Kyle. HA! Not during this holiday...all I've been doing is the Cold War. It's times like these that I wish I had not spent my time laughing at key political figures with Ian during the lessons of Ivan and Rod, but instead listened to their words of wonder (like model pupils Jon Ledbetter...and Joe...)
The only good things in my life at the moment are the quizzes that I feel it is my perrogative to do every time I get sent one, chocolate ice cream (it is like an orgasm)and of course my friendlies and my more than friendly. These things keep me sane. Perhpas not sane, but they make my life a lot more fun. I have also renewed my love for shaving foam. It is so much fun to put on legs and then scrape it off. Ooooh.
I have also found the new Feeder Singles album on Amazon. I shall be purchasing it in the next 10 minutes. Grant's hair never ceases to amaze me. How does he get it so right? Mmm. If my tongue wasn't perfectly happy where it is (usually...in my mouth...ha), I would lick his face.
Right, every time I write a blog I am also going to include a memory of from the last 7 years. Just so I don't forget them. It might be a massively interesting memory, or massively boring memory. Today I'm starting with our GCSE history lessons at Testwood with Mr Bouncy himself. I remember the way the sun used to shine in and blind us all, and in the Winter how cold the room used to be. I also remember how me, Emily, Amelia and Ellie all used to sit in a row passing notes to each other. I remember the revision exercise where we had to redraw a satirical cartoon involving a crocodile. I remember Turkey being the 'sick man of Europe'. I remember Ben Hartop's eyebrows and how we laughed at him for 5 years (and he had the cheek to call me ugly...). I remember Mr Bown's non-existant beard changing to being existant (how Emily and I laughed at that one). Finally, I remember being told how my exams results would bring a smile to my face. It's true. My GCSE results did, especially after I had my first sweet taste of alcohol to celebrate. Ah, so young and so naive.
Okies all you out there. I am off to laugh at Grice and his Maxims. How I love the English Language.
Always take your clothes off when washing your hair. Otherwise you end up getting all your clothes wet and people laughing at you.
Till next time...
PS. GOOD LUCK IF YOU'RE DOING EXAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you're not doing exams, good luck anyway. You always need luck in this life.
