It is incredibly hot over here.
Seriously. Hot enough that I've stripped and am now sitting in a strappy top and pyjama bottoms. Usually I spend my days cuddled up in skinny jeans and a hoodie. And thick walking socks that I don't use for walking in.
Unless I'm on D of E. Which is like living in a wilderness except you have to walk up mountains and ungodly distances everyday. But also insanely fun.
So. I'm in the middle of GCSEs now, and it's kind of scary. I am resolutely not thinking of the importance and the effect they will have on my happiness next year once I receive the results.
I was on the coach home form school the other day, and I realised; sitting GCSE exams is kind of like walking up a 1600+ft mountain while on your period. I.e. painful and strenuous, but you get through it by sheer willpower and stubbornness alone.
SHEER
WILLPOWER.
I've now got this image of a stick-figure with my head standing on top of one of those mountains you see drawn by kids (you know, the ice-capped triangles) in a victory pose, going 'RAWRRRR' and making very macho accomplished manly noises.
It's amusing enough.
Erm. I've got physics tomorrow. I'm slightly worried, because I slept through two years of physics lessons (like, nojoke. I actually slept through all of them) and so now I know n.o.t.h.i.n.g. about physics apart from 'speed=distanceovertime' and 'PET: power=energyovertime' but that's IT.
I should be revising (LEARNING THE WHOLE SYLLABUS IN ONE NIGHT DAMN YOU)
But effort, man. It's like, chill. Drink a slush-puppy. Have a cigar. Take some drugs and have a silent rave.
Just chill, you know? Let what happens tomorrow happen tomorrow, you know?
But DAMN if I'm not screwed tomorrow. :S/^_^
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