After arriving to school at the god forsaken time of 9 am this morning (thank you Steph)  i realised something. I am dreading exams. Now, almost everybody is, i know, but today was that moment where i went; Fuck. You probably have experienced a moment like this, perhaps not about a school related item, perhaps it's similar to being at a friend's house and sitting on their table and breaking it. You're just like; Fuck. And if you're not like; 'Fuck', then you should be. That's an antique table, bitch. 

Anyways, so my brother forgot to bring his poncho, so all i have to wear to Hazel's Fiesta tomorrow night (that's mexican for mexican party) is my sombrero. In itself not too bad, except that it sits uncomfortably on that hideous growth on the back-right of my head. Annoying.

Back to 9am this morning. The practice english exam was actually at 10am NOT 9am, thanks again Stephanie. In that spare hour, i thought about what it would be like to be a Ghostbuster. Fruitless i 'spose.

So we entered the exam room and, despite her protests, i sat next to Rusy. Wow. 1400 words. PER ESSAY. That's... 3,000 + 3 x 400.... 4,200 words!!! instead of 3 hours, give her 30 hours and she'll hand you Harry Potter 8. 

My own effort was average, B, maybe B+ who knows, hopefully by the time the actual english exam comes up (4 weeks) i'll have things under Rusy-style control. Heh.

Practice Methods exam(s) tomorrow, should be fun. 3 and something hours of mathsy goodness... can't wait.

For some reason or another, as i sit here, typing this meaningless crap and ignoring the methods books in front of me for the 6th straight hour, my mind wonders to one thing. When the hell is American Psycho arriving?

much love xoxox