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Anxiety #17

I've always been a big big worrier. I worry about everything - school, family, friends, life, so it only makes sense that I'm worrying about university.
It's only a few more weeks until I leave home and I'm currently in emotional limbo, somewhere between excitement and fear. Yes, it had been a massive relief to open my results and get the grades I needed/wanted, but I can't help feeling a little apprehensive and anxious about it all. What if I don't fit in? What if I don't like it there? What if I don't like the people? A lot of what ifs.
University is supposed to be one of the best experiences of your life and I'm sure I'll be fine once I settle in and all, but right now, I'm really quite scared about moving out and becoming my "own person".
I know, I know, I know, I'm 18 now, I'm technically an adult, but all these preparations for uni make me realise just how spoon fed I am and how reliant I am on my parents.
And all the little things build up, things like having my own room for the first time, self-discipline, cooking for myself, but I think the biggest thing is being... Alone?
Me and my sister are really close, we do everything together and we share everything. It's going to be so weird not having someone around to speak to, and since I'm a worrier, I'm kind of dreading not having someone there to cool me down or talk things through with - no one to take my mind off the things that I'm worrying about.
And the only thing that's reassuring is that everyone is in the same boat. Somehow we'll all muddle along together.

Yesterday night we were down the pub and we just so happened to stumble across the subject of uni. One of my best friends is leaving next week and we're all saying how we'll keep in touch and see each other in the holidays, but everyone knows that things won't be the same after we go. I'm questioning how likely it will be that we'll all meet up and even though I'm normally a 'glass half full' person, realistically and inevitably, I think we're all going to drift apart. People change.
I know I'll look back in the future, thinking I was so stupid to worry about going to uni, but I think I've become a bit disillusioned about it all.
Are people really that easy to forget?

Parrtyyyy #16

Last night I went to a friend's party, and even though it was a birthday party, it was kinda like a "goodbye I might not see you in a while" party.
Call me a part pooper but I didn't drink too much. I have to work this weekend waawaaa. It was fine, a few people didn't drink anyway since they were either working the next day or driving home.
So anyway, I hope my friends learnt a valuable lesson from last night - NEVER EVER play ring of fire.
Some of my friends/idiots decided it would be so much fun to play and voila - chaos ensues.
What's worse is that they added the craziest of rules, like spitting in to the middle cup and stripping and mouth to mouth drink transfer.
One of the guys stripped right down and only had a cushion to cover his modesty. Shame I had no pictures, I'm sure he'd love it if they were on facebook.
Turns out he soiled the cushion anyway, there were telltale white marks after which was so gross - the hostess was retching hahaha.

Ring of fire rules - just in case you wanted to play, prep your liver and stomach first though!

Don't get me wrong, drinking games can be fun but this was villlleeee, I nearly barfed watching the mouth to mouth drink passing, one guy almost chundered into someone else's mouth.
Let's just say they are more fun to watch than play.

Now that all my friends have got their places/jobs sorted, it's only a matter of time before we actually leave. Someone's holding a final goodbye party at the end of the month, so it's not goodbye quite yet.

Everyone's saying that they'll come visit eachother, but is it bad of me to say that I kind of don't want to travel to see anyone?
I'm miles away from everyone else, people are up in Edinburgh and Lancaster, Loughborough, Nottingham and Cambridge  - I don't really fancy travelling halfway across the country to spend what... a day with them? I reckon they're being a bit too optomistic. Besides we'll see eachother when we get home for Christmas and what not.
Even if I am reluctant to go see them when term starts, I will miss them but uni's kind of like another chapter (sorry so the cliche book-life comparison) that I can't wait to write.

I can't believe that a year ago was as results day and the rest of the holiday was spent writing that freaking personal statement. It's so crazy that it's all kind of... happening for me?! whhaaat I'm a med fresher.

Aftermath #15

Now that everything has started to sink in, I can actually get my head around everything that's happened in the last 24 hours.

Being the the crazy person I am, I was on UCAS Track at 7.40am, trying to see whether I had got in or not. I can't even begin to explain the relief when it said unconditional. Now all I had to do was to see what I actually got. I only needed 2A grades in biology and chemistry because I did my maths a year early.

9.00am, school opened. I saw my friends with their results, all smiles so I knew they were fine and happy.
The lady handing out results went past my name like 4 times until she handed me mine. I didn't even move out of her way because I wanted to see them ststraight away - I couldn't possibly wait any longer.

Booya! 4A*s altogether! Somehow managed to scrape an A* from biology and religious studies even though the exams were shit.

Now it's all materialising, I have to start packing soon. Less than a month to go!??

I didn't go out yesterday but am definitely going out tonight. it's going to be a messy weekend!!!

Results #14

It's been a little while since I posted anything on here and to be honest, I kinda forgot I had a blog...

So anyway, today is results day and last night I got no sleep. My parents got no sleep - I reckon they were more worried than me.

But all is well, I got in. I'll update my academic stuff in a sec.

I'm so freaking happy, I can't think of anything to say. I'm just over the moon that I won't be doing the UKCAT again. Once is enough to last me a life time.

I'm a Bad Friend #13

One of my best friends' birthday is in the coming weeks and I have already bought her the present she wanted - Bossypants by Tina Fey. It's been sitting on my shelf for a while waiting to be wrapped, but I couldn't resist reading the first chapter. Then the next chapter and the next.
Before I knew it, I had read the whole book. I even made sure not to open the pages too wide to stop the spine getting damaged. Sneaky sneaky.
I mean last Christmas, she asked for Ellen Degeneres' book and I must admit I did flick over a few pages but I never read the whole thing... Am I a bad person? Probably, but hey, it did no one any harm and besides, it's hardly my fault if she asks for such good books.

It's also my sister's birthday soon and at her request, I've bought her a load of DVDs which probably isn't the best idea. We have unopened DVDs from over a year ago that are dying to be watched but it seems like neither of us are even in the mood to watch them.

Olympics wise, last night was awesome - Super Saturday indeed, 3 golds just in the Athletics!
Shame about the mens and womens football teams though, I really thought there would be medals.

Olympics and Rather Lovely Athletes #12

I have mixed feelings about the Olympic opening ceremony, and whilst the whole nation seems to be raving about it, I don't really know what to make of it.
The British in me really wants to like it, but unfortunately I didn't find it as impressive as I had hoped it to be.
Don't get me wrong, I admire the work of Danny Boyle and all the people who helped, volunteered and performed during the ceremony but it was just a little underwhelming.
It started off with a mini history lesson, with the countryside and Glastonbury Tor - which I just to happened to live near - Brunel and the Industrial Revolution, Suffragettes, World Wars. Danny Boyle did an amazing job by putting British history at the forefront, but after speaking to some of my European friends, it was apparent that the rest of the World didn't really get it all.

Nevertheless, there were aspects that I really liked. I loved the concept of including the NHS in the ceremony and thought it was so well executed. Public healthcare is one of the reasons why I'm so grateful to be living here as opposed to the US. I also really liked the little scene between Mr. Bond and the Queen - my sister's so gullible, she actually thought the Queen jumped out the helicopter.
The cauldron was pretty cool too, I love how each country "contributed" to it and it looked pretty neat.

So now that the Olympics are officially on the go, the TV's been on constantly and I've been watching some events. I've been flitting back and forth between them - Tom Daley just missed out on the synchronised 10m diving and Zara Phillips seems to be doing pretty well - but I've been following the Hockey and Women's Football especially.
The GB vs Japan Women's match was so good. There were some awesome goals, captain got her jaw smashed in - which by no means is a good thing, rather it looked hideously painful - but team spirit has been sky high.

I feel like the Olympics is a free perving session all the time! So many rather lovely athletes, especially swimmers and the American gymnastics squad (LOOK AT THEM!!) and some of the hockey players. All my friends rave about Michael Phelps, but I've never really considered him that good looking - yes he has a nice bod on him, but Lochte is gorgeous o_O
  

Oh look the men's gymnastics is on ;)

Hot Hot Hot!! #11

Lately we've been in the middle of a heat wave - weird since just a few weeks ago everywhere was flooding and it was raining constantly. It's been way too hot for me; I can't sleep at all and I spend all night tossing and turning trying to find a cool spot on my bed.
It's kind of ironic - we the British constantly complain about the rain and cold bitter weather and as soon as the Sun comes out, everyone's screaming that it's too hot. I say everyone when I mean me. I hate hate hate this hot weather. There's only so many layers of clothing you can take off - I much rather the cold winter (minus the snow) because it's so nice to wrap up warm and cosy. Did I mention I have a minor obsession with jumpers? My collection is growing.

So anyway, the weather has been "nice" as most people say - warm, hot, sunny with a hint of mugginess. Now that the Olympics has started (well the opening ceremony is tonight), I'm hoping the weather is here to stay for a little while longer - it's out of British politeness that the weather should be nice for such a big event. Hopefully, I won't burn this time, last time it was this hot I burnt my arms and that's saying something, my skin is the type that never ever burns.

So my eyes will be glued to the TV tonight, I wonder if London 2012 opening ceremony can beat Beijing 2008 opening ceremony. Who am I kidding?

The Bookworm in Me #10

I'm almost embarrassed to admit this but at the grand old age of 18, I have never fully read the Harry Potter series, which is kind of strange since most of the people my age have already read all the books.
I remember my dad buying me the first book when I was younger, and after several futile attempts to read it, I gave up. I don't know why I didn't stick with it, but I remember reading the first few chapters and just forgetting about it.
What's even weirder is, I also have the fourth and fifth book, the latter being a present from my parents on my 9th birthday. My friends used to always talk about the series and make jokes about the books, which I would normally just laugh nervously at.

So, at the start of the year I finally picked up Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for the umpteenth time and I'm proud to say, I made my way through the entire book without getting bored with it or forgetting about it.
I picked up the second and third book at my local charity shop and read through them with gusto and after taking a break from reading due to exams, I've just finished the Order of the Phoenix (it's only taken me 9 years!)
I'm waiting on the last two to be delivered to my house and it's a bit of a shame that I've ruined the plot somewhat by watching the films first. Nevertheless, I finally understand why the series was as popular as it was/is, something I failed to recognise when I was younger. I only wished that I had stuck with it to begin with.

The last blog post expressed my frustration and boredom now school is over, but now I've reignited the bookworm in me. Whilst waiting on those Harry Potter books to get to me, I guess I'll continue reading about Precious Ramotswe in Botswana.

Freedom and Boredom #9

Having finished school, I thought I would have bundles of time to do loads of things that I've been planning to do, like catch up on some much deserved sleep.
While that may be true - I do have a lot of time on my hands, I'm already getting bored of it all. It hasn't even been a month since my last exam and I found that I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm literally doing the same thing every day.

Of course, my plans with my friends are still intact. Just the other day a friend and I had lunch together and the others have organised another pub trip - I can't really complain.
Since not everyone is free at the same time, it means that I'm bored in the meantime. I've tried entertaining myself - reading books, hardcore gaming, helping out my parents at work, but nothing really seems to do the trick.

Solutions? Get a job I guess, I'd be killing two birds with one stone - avoiding boredom and earning money. The only problem is, if I'm going to uni in September, who is going to hire someone for just 2 months?

So, for the time being, I'll have to get used to doing not so much. I've noticed that I've suddenly become a film buff and have started rewatching some of our DVDs and I've been persuaded to start watching 30 rock, which I'm currently obsessed with.
I've also started running again, something that I've neglected to do for a while - except it's been raining non stop for the last week. Thankfully, my dad was crazy enough a couple of years back to put a treadmill in our kitchen so it's not so much of an issue other than the fact that running in your kitchen isn't really the same as running outside...

Anyway, meanwhile I guess I'll get back to this glorious sunny weather we've been having...

Ok, so it might not be this bad where I am, but it seriously hasn't stopped raining for like a week.

Sixth Form Ball #8

Last Friday was our Sixth Form Ball and it's kind of lame to admit it, but I was so excited for it. Our Year 11 Prom was a bit rubbish, probably because I didn't really know what to expect - it was essentially a glorified disco.
This time, I knew what I was getting - a sit down meal, a jazz band, an after-dinner DJ in the town hall.
It would be the last time I would see most of my classmates and year group together so it was going to be a pretty emotional time saying goodbye to everyone before we all go off to do our own thing.

Everyone was praying for the weather to be nice, warm and sunny, but in true British style, it poured and poured and poured. Any hopes of outdoor photos went out the window pretty early on in the day. Nevertheless, everyone looked so nice glammed up - I can't recall a single person who looked bad and I'm actually kind of impressed with a few.
Some of the teachers came and it was kind of strange to see them again; I haven't been to school in so long that I was beginning to forget what they looked like - likewise with some of my classmates.

After our meal (I had no idea of some of the stuff I was eating), it was time for possibly the most anticipated part of the evening - the awards. There weren't trophies as such but instead winners were presented with a certificate and a rose which was pretty cute.
Anyway, I've always loved the presentation of awards - my hands always go bright from clapping so much but it's so fun to watch; even better if the winners are deserving.
There were the regular awards like Mr and Mrs School for reflecting the values of the school so well, prizes for the most determined and hardest working and then there were some less orthodox awards.
There was a set of awards for "Snow White and Friends" - for Happy, Dopey, Sleepy, Grumpy, Bashful, Doc and Snow White herself.

Our head of year did a mini speech to announce the winners and most of the time I had some small inkling about who it would be (even though I was very very wrong on some occasions). Most of the speeches were pretty vague and could apply to half the year group but more often than not you'd be able to guess.
When the head of year started reading out Doc, I had a few people in my head as to who it could be, but the more my head of year read, the more I realised she was talking about me...

It's so bizarre to be on the other side of the audience - something I am really not used to.  Half my school mates and teachers swarmed  over to congratulate me saying that they knew it was going to me - even if I had no inkling.

After the awards, it was time for... the "disco". I feel kind of lame saying the disco because it takes me back to primary school but I have no idea what to call it. We managed to boogie with the chemistry teachers and even had a whirl with the head of year (to the appropriate song "I Predict a Riot").

Teachers kept approaching people to ask what we were doing next year and it suddenly dawned on me that we'd all be gone in a few months - I think I was denying the idea of leaving school and people behind. I feel almost too young to go off to uni but at the same time, I'm really really excited. It's probably pretty normal to feel like that, even if some of my friends wouldn't hesitate to go right this very second.
The Sixth Form Ball was definitely good fun - the people who didn't go have no idea what they were missing - the perfect send off before we hit the big wide world.

It was a really great night that I will remember fondly and hopefully it won't be one I'll be forgetting any time soon.

How beautiful is my rose? Still shocked to have won something!!

 

Crazy Birthday #7

I haven't posted in a while since a lot of things have happened...

After my parents banned me from going on holiday, I was pretty pissed and decided to organise my own little get together for my birthday before hitting the pub afterwards - I messaged everyone to see whether they were free.
Most of the boys were up for the pub but not available in the afternoon for a mini party - a standard response.
The girls on the other hand were all a bit funny; S who is an iPhone addicted is normally the first to respond, but this time she didn't even text back. The only one who did was the girl who never ever ever uses her phone.
Fair enough, pub crawl it was!


My birthday was last month (oopsie - June 29th) and I was in the front room with my sister, E when we heard a car pull up outside - I turned to E and said how much I hated people parking outside our house since it gives me the creeps and makes me all paranoid that they're going to break in and steal our stuff. E looked outside and just said that there were some lads outside... GREEEAAAT.

The doorbell rang and all I can picture in my head is a bunch of big guys about to barge their way into our house and rob us. I answered the door and nobody was outside but I hear talking and I see a random box of cake on top of our hedge...
My friends are the best hiders ever!

Massive shock though, my friends all jumped out and surprised me!? Turns out my parents had already organised a secret surprise party for my 18th - it's so unlike them to do anything like this.

Had the most amazing day and in the evening we went out to the pub to buy my first ahem, legal drink.
Cheers to being 18!

Parents - We Love To Hate Them #6

The last week has been pretty shit to say the least.

I was supposed to be going on holiday today and from my stupid lack of judgement, I am stuck at home writing this blog post instead of being by the beach in this lovely weather.
I had planned to get a lift there with one of my friends, who just so happens to drive a massive tank of a car - a Land Rover. Fairly safe if we got into an accident.
I never told my parents about this arrangement - they had assumed we were going to catch the public transport down to Cornwall, I just never corrected them and I didn't intend to because I knew that they would stop me going if I did.
That stupid, awful, guilty feeling hit me and I just had to tell them the truth and what I had predicted to happen did happen - they stopped me from going by giving me a lecture on young drivers.
Yes, statistically, accidents happen more in young drivers, but accidents happen to experienced ones too. I'm not the sort of girl to deliberately put myself in a dangerous position and my friends are not the type to drive dangerously, in fact if I'm honest, we're pretty square compared to the social ideas of what a teenager is.

I wish I had never told them. I am still so angry about their decision to stop me. Next time, I won't make the same mistake and I know they will not and cannot stop me.

My exam revision was pretty messed up afterwards and I just couldn't focus. The exam was for me, pretty awful - I couldn't even concentrate on answering the questions, let alone writing the essay at the end. What's even worse is that most of my classmates thought it was a nice paper... Medicine seems even further away from me now.

I'm still pretty bitter about the last few days. What's even worse is that my mother said something to me that made me so unbelievably mad - "you can't have both things, you have to choose one."
I didn't even have a choice of two things, I had one thing. The holiday, and I didn't even get to choose that.

They've been trying to make it up to me, in a weird round about way.
They let me go and see a film today (Rock of Ages which was pretty crap!) as if it will make up for it.

I've also managed to convince them to let me organise something for my 18th birthday (which is Friday) but I cannot think of anything to do for it - everyone will be so buzzed from the holiday.
I would trade all of it just to be on holiday because that's all I keep thinking about.

Why can't my parents understand that I'm not a kid anymore? They can't protect me from everything - when and if I go to uni, they won't be able to dictate what I do and by God, I will definitely be taking advantage of my new freedom.

Got Screwed Over Again and Ranting #5

When I got my exam timetable I must admitted I was pretty pissed, my last exam was so far away. I thought I'd sitting around waiting for the exams to come along
When I got my exam timetable, I must admit I was pretty pissed. This Summer I only have 4 exams (compared to last year's 7), with 2 at the start of the exam period, 1 in the middle and 1 right at the end of it. I thought I'd be sitting around waiting for ages for the exams to be over.
That's partially true; all my friends finish before I do and it still feels like ages before I finish secondary school indefinitely.
However, after today I'm pretty grateful that I still have over a week to prepare for my last exam. I realise that I know nothing about biology.

Anyway, in January I sat the Salter's F334 paper which was possibly the hardest chemistry paper I had ever done. Everyone came out feeling so annoyed and angry at the examiners. Half the specification wasn't even in the exam (there was nothing on proteins or anything throughout the whole paper) and it was literally all the physics-y bit of chemistry that I hate.
The class nerd, who has a habit of being arrogant, said that it was an easy paper, which I wanted to smack him for - he must have sensed that everyone was getting annoyed at him and quickly found that it would be best to shut up.
The exam results come back and it turns out that most of my class (my class are pretty bright) ended up with C, D, E, U grades. Only 4 people in our year (out of 30 odd taking chemistry) got As when normally at least 12 would. Thankfully, I was one of the lucky ones and managed to get a decent/high A. Thank God for low grade boundaries is all I can say...
What was even better is I beat the nerd which he was, visibly surprised about. Heh, it felt so good.

So today, I sat the Salter's Chemistry F335 exam today - what a freaking nightmare.

So I open the test paper and the first question is fine, nice and straight forward. I was thinking that this was going to be a nice paper and I keep thinking that until I turn over to question 2, when the examiner decides to thrown in some crazy questions.
Question 2 was basically a time drain for me. I must have spent at least 20 minutes staring at this stupid molecular formula, racking my brains trying to work out the structure. In the end, I made it up and moved on (turns out I made an intelligent guess since my teacher thinks I got it right).
The exam continues to screw me over and I come out feeling pretty annoyed - for that paper there wasn't much revision wise that would of helped me. OCR should have just told us not to bother revising because our time would be wasted on this exam.
I asked a couple of classmates what they thought and it seemed like a pretty mixed bag - of course the class nerd said that it was pretty easy, but I am not so sure. Maybe history will repeat itself and I'll get a better grade than him.
My teacher said that from thestudentroom's forum on the exam, the general consensus was that the exam was... shit.
Everyone was complaining about having two awful chemistry exams this year and it was as though the examiner who wrote January's paper also wrote June's. Why screw us over AGAIN?!
After I got home from school I logged on to thestudentroom to checked out the forum and this was a BAD mistake. I flung myself back into self-doubt, questioning whether what I wrote in the exam matched the answers of the posters. I am never going to read post-exam forums anymore. What a stupid rookie error.
But at least the majority felt the same way. The grade boundaries will hopefully be low...
I feel kind of bad complaining about this exam because I know that I'll have to fail pretty spectacularly to miss my uni grade for chemistry. That still doesn't stop me feeling bitter about the exam because I would really love an A*, which now seems out of reach. I know a lot of people are depending on this exam and I can only hope that everyone gets what they need to do what they want to do.

I don't mean to come across as arrogant if that's how I am sounding, but I didn't revise for weeks just to flunk this exam.

So the rest of the day I decided to have a lazy day. Normally I'd do nothing on these days, but I don't want to fall back into the vicious circle as mentioned before. I tidied and hoovered my room (crazy right?!) and helped my sister revise (I do owe her one for helping me with my chemistry flash cards ;)!!)

I can't believe I've got sucked into this Euro 2012 business too - I'm rooting for Germany even though I should be supporting England. I don't even like football...

Asian Food Shopping and Last Minute Cramming #4

Today has been... a productive day. I've spent the last 7 hours doing chemistry papers - I must have done at least 6 papers. So much for being chilled out about the exam - I lied, now I'm worried.

My parents spent the day out going Asian grocery shopping, which I was kind of jealous about. I really love going to the Asian supermarkets because of the weird and wonderful things there that you don't see in your regular Tesco's. Instead of joining them, I thought it'd be best if I kept my head down and practiced for tomorrow's chemistry paper.

When they got home just now, they did bring back some goodies for me and my siblings. I could do with this more often!

definitely the best pick-me-up I've had in a while!
like all my work in the background? ;)

I guess I should do some more last minute cramming - nothing like a bit of nucleophilic substitution to stimulate the brain cells, before catching some 90210 and hitting the hay. It's an early start tomorrow morning, can't believe all my exams are at 9am...

All my posts have been about exams - I swear there's more to my life than exams, it's just that when the exam season comes I just get engulfed in all the study work.

Right, time to plug in my headphones and return to the realms of my textbooks.

Almost there... #3

My exams aren't even over yet and I'm already thinking of the Summer. I just can't wait to finally have a bit more time on my hands.
The holiday is just two days after my last exam and seeing as I have to work the day before, I have to be super efficient with my packing since I normally leave it until the last minute.
Then we get back in time for my 18th birthday - I'm not sure if I should have a get-together at home or just go down the pub with everyone. Most of my friends have had parties, bigging up being 18 and that but I don't really understand the hype of it all; sure, I'll be able to buy alcohol but I've still got the rest of my life to get as hammered as I want (I've heard that med students are particularly bad during freshers' week, the future looks bright!). I guess I'll finally be considered an "adult" even though I might not act or feel like one ;)

The Sixth Form Ball is pretty exciting too, though I cannot believe how expensive it all is. £32 is pretty pricey for a buffet if you ask me, but I guess it's a rite of passage before we all go off to do our own things. It'll be the last time I see a lot of my year group and teachers, which in some cases is a good thing.

I'm also planning to go and drop into the "active living centre for the senior citizens" where I volunteered with my friend for 9 months. It's essentially a day centre for the elderly where we just sat around a table and chatted to them. We ended up making a little journal for the members, documenting all the things we talked about. After we left, I was kind of relieved it was over - don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it, but I needed to reclaim some of my own time.
Volunteering is such an amazing thing, no matter how big or how small. I feel kind of guilty because the reason I volunteered in the first place was to get some more experience before I applied to uni. I was lacking on the work experience front and considered it as a last resort, but when I joined the group, I realised how stupid I was for not realising the value of volunteering earlier. I'd do it all again in a heart beat.
I guess I should start an education/academics page for any nosey people who happen to read my blog and wonder what I have achieved schooling wise and what I am planning to do at university (grades permitting).

So my next exam is in 2 days and I'm feeling pretty relaxed about it - normally I get really hyped up and stressed but for some unknown reason, I feel kinda confident about this one. It's partly because I have some amazing teachers, but I'm never normally this calm - it's scaring me. I should be like this more often, people like chilled individuals...

Facebook and Friends #2

Feeling pretty proud of myself right now - I managed to some revision and a few past papers without getting distracted by various social networking sites and the tv.
I logged on to facebook to find myself bombarded with depressing statuses (stati? What is the plural of status?). I won't ever understand why people use facebook as a therapist. Please hire a professional who will listen to your woes because I don't want to.
Instead of keeping up to date with my friends and classmates, I get some self-loathing, emotionally driven comments fill up my feed. The worst case I've ever seen is the sad face status :(
":("
"what's wrong?"
"don't worry..."
What's even the point of that status?!

On a lighter note, I have a new found appreciation for the shuffle button on iTunes - I totally forgot I had some classic songs on there. This shuffle session has reignited my love for Busted. My new guilty pleasure, with some McFly on the side ;)

Is it me or is Train's song Drive By super catchy? I can't stop singing it since I heard it again on the radio the other day. Hopefully I won't overplay it to death like I do with all my other songs (RIP We Are Young). iTunes shouldn't have a replay button :P
Though my latest obsession has got to be Paloma Faith's Picking Up The Pieces. Normally Paloma's music is a bit too wacky for me but it's actually alright after a few listens (reminds me of Gotye in that sense, I happened to hate Somebody That I Used To Know until I listened to it like, 10 times?)

Anyway, Desperate Housewives finale tonight - since I live in the UK, it's only just about to air. The promos look so good!? My Sunday nights are going to be boring after that, which might encourage me to actually do some more work out of boredom - it might actually do me some good?!

I just want these exams to be over so I can go on holiday with my friends - nowhere far, just down to Cornwall since none of us can afford flights abroad with the uni fast approaching. Hopefully the weather will be nice (awww who am I kidding, this is England?!) and I hope I don't fall out with anyone - I have a funny feeling that one or two people might annoy me...
Still, only 2 more exams to go, this time in 2 weeks time I'll be on holiday! It just can't come fast enough.

My first post #1

So today I finally decided to start a blog.
Not a blog that everyone can relate to and I can't guarantee that I'll  make you laugh since it's really more like a personal diary so I can remember things when I look back and to help me keep up with my life because I swear it's all going so fast.
It's currently exam season so it's probably not my wisest idea to start a blog now; I'm already distracted by the likes of facebook and twitter when I should, according to my parents and teachers, spend every waking second with my head down in a textbook. Unfortunately, I'm not quite the model student they all want me to be - I say that whilst I am writing this blogpost, making breakfast and doing an exam paper. I'm so good at multitasking ;)

I'm pretty sure it's normal for most students during exams to do this - there just aren't enough hours in the day to do all the things I want to do. I want to watch tv, I want to slob out for a few hours but I get this guilty feeling that tells me I should need to do some school work. So my sleep gets compromised and I wake up feeling tired, so I sleep in and then I get that guilt feeling for not spending my time wisely. It's a vicious circle - guilty, work, lack of sleep, guilty, work, lack of sleep.
Though I am super grateful for finishing school - I left a few weeks ago, so no more timetabled lessons of sixth form EVER.
That's kind of scary actually. I just hope all goes well in these exams so I can finally start working towards where I want to be and what I want to do.