Hi.
Earlier, I basically freaked out to you lot. My dearest apologies, but I did have a panic attack, I felt like I was going to just break down. But, I calmed down, revised some more History and relaxed a bit in front of Junior Apprentice, Modern Family, Big Brother and Family Guy. Yes, I watch too much television, but you should know that by now. On a side note, Big Brother looks like it's going to be a belter this year, it's brilliant so far! Anyway, after my rest, I was about to go to bed, when as usual, my Dad plucks up a conversation about French with me, in particular L'Etranger (the book we're studying). We talked for maybe 15 minutes and it really made me feel so much better about the exam I have on the 24th of this month - French, surprisingly. Now, it's like I've suddenly realised that I can actually do French. I feel so much more confident about my essay, my listening and my translating. Dad's really are a wonderful thing. Except when you ask them to pick you up in the middle of the night in a dark and scary place, commonly known as Pontypridd. Damn you, Last Minute Martin! For future reference, anytime you see "LMM" in a blog, that's what it means. I phrase coined by Adam Hill.
History is still fucked, mind. But that's okay. Thus, I just wanted to update you all on the little relapse I had. So ends my shortest post to date. Be privileged, you only lost a few minutes your life!
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