And all our most brilliant friends are doubting themselves.

So. School has ended forever and we're on study leave from now until the end of eternity, which basically means that in the last week or so I have rewatched my entire DVD collection and made about 17 pointless trips to Tescos. And it also explains why i'm up right now, although it's not that insane as all the hours have sort of merged-revision limbo.

On the plus side I have been listening to a lot of really great music lately that I've been meaning to check out- The Radio Department, Kyte, The Volcano Choir... All great chilled out stuff which is good for soothing the poor confuzzled brain of an A2 Biology student (MASSIVE spotify love). AND I finally got round to deciding which uni to go to next year, so now I actually have somewhere to go in September. (Although, they're a bit optimistic with their entry requirements....)

I'm focusing on the fact that between me and uni, summer and festivals lay 6 exams. 6*. (No more, no less, no magic number and no unlucky for some).

But the real world is carrying on, and it's a bit of a bitch really because it keeps hitting everyone when they're down. And the nicest people, the strongest people, who have had it so crap for so long are getting it all again, and history is repeating itself. I'm just a spectator.

I'm more average than I'd like to think I am, but I'm finally appreciating this.

* A fact which my mother enjoys continually reminding me of. Today's fresh paranoia was over exam timings- a character in The Archers missed their exam because they thought it was in the afternoon not the morning, which obviously means I will make the exact same mistake.

Casserole, anyone?

Oh gosh. These days it seems like my entire life seems to be ohmygoshthisisdueinforthursdaybuti'mouteverynightandhavenofreesbeforethensoi'lljustgiveupandacceptthati'lldorubbish....

Actually, that's not ENTIRELY true. It's just that teachers have this amazing nack of timing things so we have a load of stuff due in for the same week.

But hey, it could be so much worse. I swear, recently all i've been doing is repeating the same old pathetic sob story that no one wants to hear over and over and over again like a broken record that keeps skipping until eventually all you'll want to do is snap the stupid thing in half and chuck it out the window. And it'll lay there in the grass and be forgotten. Maybe it was played so much that even it became sick of its own sound. Because we ALL know LPs are sentient beings....

Mleh.

February will be a month of good things. I have decided this. Half term soon :)

I think everyone needs a break right now. Sometimes at our school its like at the beginning of term you're shoved into this giant pressure cooker and you can't breath or think straight and you just get holed up into this tiny routine of 'work work work', and then you're given time off and you can BREATHE again and all you want to do is run around like a loon in the park or roll down a muddy hill like you're 5 again because you feel so free. Who says we have to act our age? Anyone up for a trip to the science museum?!

This christmas my 5 year old self squealed when she saw her stocking, had extra helpings of yule log and made a gingerbread house. Yay for holidays!