So I reluctantly ceased to obsessively refresh my blog stats page, and settled down to read my To Kill A Mockingbird all night. I wanted to go to bed early last night to prepare mentally for my exam, but I needed to finish more than anything. I was at it until about 1am, at which point I was at the stage of no return, which equals reading the same meaningless sentence over aand over, and still no having inclination to the actual meaning of the words. So i threw the damned thing across the room in a crumpled heap where it belonged.
The conundrum is, I still had 30 pages left which I now had to get up at an unholy hour in order to decipher.
6:30AM, hellish seeing as I had not only had 5 and a half hours sleep, and I rose unwillingly.
The bloody thing was actually sneering at me from the corner, looking at me with these eyes that said 'I hope you fail.' Fuck you book!
So I grabbed it and I power read my way through to 7:30. My concentration was not enough,however, and I still have 10 pages to work through. I did not finish until around two minutes before the exam commenced. But thank god I did.
Groggy, I have a headache. How will I ever understand and do this exam now? I have ruined my chances. I hate my life.
Stop panicking, Eleanor, you've done it already. You freak.
he exam wasn't even too bad, why was I worrying?! I'm retarded.
Anyway, gonna get my English teacher a present for when I leave, not sure what though. I just love her loads.
So yeah, relieved, almost as good as the reliefiosity described in the Louise Rennison novel. he he.
goodnight (:
i hear thunder but there's no rain. ^
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