I decided to do some writing. Don't ask me why, it was just a thought that came to me in a sudden flash of inspiration, though it will probably be about as good a "sudden flash of inspiration" as the man who built the Titanic, giving it a turning circle the size of the fucking moon. Or like the "sudden flash of inspiration" of that man with a slightly above average sized nose who decided to go on a camping holiday in Poland. You catch my drift, this post will more or less be a pile of fecal matter. Now for something slightly more boring.
Exams are fast approaching, dearest reader. I have 5 to speak of - French Llafar AS Level, French Llafar A Level, History, Drama and French. God help me, especially for the former quintet.* I have, I think, 6 weeks before my first writing exam (Drama on 9/6/2010), but only a trio of weeks until my llafar. Dear lord, I am royally screwed like a prisoner. Which intellectual thought up the idea of exams, really? They're the most frustrating, time-consuming, stress building pieces of paper ever created. And what makes things even more fun, this year is the first time these papers will be given out - we're being used as guinea pigs for WJEC, lovely. Chances are they'll realise they have no idea what they're doing, and return to the previous form of exam without anyone noticing. Except the Class of 2010, fuckwits. We will seek vengance upon thy souls.
In more cheerful, yet still exam related news, my history coursework has reached it's completion, though you delightful readers had no idea I had history coursework because I haven't vented my frustrations in months. Anyway, we had coursework to do. We had to write four thousand bloody words about whether the resistance groups in Nazi Germany had "any hope of dethroning Hitler" (is dethroning even a word? Google translate supplied a translation of disodli as "replaced". But clearly, knowing me, that's just not epic enough, so me and my very excitable brain created, possibly, a new word!). Four thousand words. That's a mountain to climb for a person like me who, in recent history, seemingly has only a 3 word vocabulary - Ledge, Twenty-Four (it's hyphenated - it's one word, smart arse!) and Shocker. Blimey, that was a blast from the past, that's going back to Year 10, I think. I didn't even manage to get to the four thousand mark, I stumbled at around the 3600 mark. Oh well, all that matters is that 14 pages later, I've finished.
That's just about all I can muster for this evening, I need some sleep. But Fringe comes first. Oh, and Bayern Munich are in the final of the Champions League, not that anyone cares of course.
P.S.
You may have noticed I wrote the number 4000 out twice in the coursework paragraph, and in letters as opposed to numbers. There is reason behind this madness, observe: Four thousand has 12 letters, not including the space. I wrote it out twice, meaning combined it has 24 letters. I watch 24. COINCIDENCE?!
*Yes, that was a joke.