Aw Christ. I feel unbelievably gross. I can’t drag myself out of bed. WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS? Someone asked me out last night ha ha. Someone I only met that night. I let him down gently. 

Wrote a note to the examiner at the end of the first section but scribbled it out because I was scared ha ha. It went something along the lines of ‘sorry about my rubbish answer but it was a rubbish question. Also there aren’t even any Scenes in this play, just Acts, so the question is wrong. And you asked this question almost exactly in January. Their relationship isn’t any more interesting of worth writing about this time around’. I was tempted to go on to say ‘whoever wrote this question needs to re-evaluate their life’ but that was when I realised I was wasting time and scribbled it out. I know it was a pathetic thing to do but I was fuming. 

A SUCCESSFUL EXAM. 

Seriously though, get a grip AQA. What the hell is wrong with you? SCENE??? SCENE??? Maybe you think there ought to have been Scenes but I’m afraid Oscar Wilde just didn’t dig ‘em. Take it up with him (or not, he’s very dead). 

I am a bit ScREWed for tomorrow and I’m just sitting here panicking rather than doing anything about it. I have made lots of pointless lists but I haven’t yet got round to doing any practice essays for the subject I A STUDYING NEXT YEAR. Balls.

I haven’t even re-read either script. Aw Jesus Christ you useless twerp. 

I can see me being the most laid back person ever in halls and just being like yeah I’m so cool whatever and then about a week in I’ll turn into an absolute tyrant because MESS and I will start making lists and rotas and getting really pissed at anyone who doesn’t do their washing up and everyone will fear me. Well, maybe not fear me. They will most likely just find it amusing. Which will fuel my angst. 

Back to the real world then. I will become internally tyrannical but say nothing and do everyone else’s tidying and washing up for them because I won’t be able to stand it not being done but I won’t dare say anything. At least everyone will THINK I’m just a really laid back person who really enjoys washing things. Then I’ll be everyone’s fave. 

Today was our last English lesson with one of our teachers and we ate lots of nice stuff and played games. We sat Ashley in front of the smart board then our teacher put big pictures up behind her and we had to describe them without saying what they were (is that pictionary?) and oh man, I got WAY too into it. I think I showed a very different side to myself to my class right at the last minute. It was great. I kept jumping out of my chair and at one point I threw my pen across the table in my excitement. I also got very political, to everyone’s amusement. No one could get a word in though. There was ‘A patriarchal society’s bullshit excuse for making you prove you love someone, (that was marriage, very badly worded) then there was ‘A horrendous TV show run by the most misogynistic, irritating little twerp (The X Factor) and er, ‘OOH OOH THE FILM WHERE THE THING THAT THIS IS PUNCHES THROUGH THE MAN’S STOMACH’ (Alien) and red and yellow and pink and green (that rainbow song you sang in nursery, sang wrongly). I also sang ‘twinkle twinkle little mmm how I wonder what you mmm’ (take a guess). At one point everyone was dissin’ one direction so I started singing ‘THAT’S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL’ to drown them out. And for the rest I just kept flailing my arms around and shouting unhelpful things and shouting ‘OOH OOH’ and ‘OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I KNOW THIS’ and ‘AAAHHHHH’. Not too unhelpful though. Actually, what am I saying? I was brilliant.