Unfairness

I have spent a rather traumatic morning in school, during which I have been getting steadily more twitchy, and obviously not making a drama out of a crisis or vice versa, rather a crisis out of a crisis, if that makes any sense at all.

The ground was frozen, I have had two hours sleep, and I have mocks starting tomorrow and poetry leaves me cold.

I want to go home. I want to go back to bed and sleep till twelve. This is greatly unfair, lalalala....

And oh, yes. I have nothing else to say. I have met eniddy again, and also emerald_embers, and a few other people, and I'm glad to see them again, but blah...

"On Christmas morning, outside was boring..."

I think this morning's entry was a tad confused, but it reflected my state of mind at the time. That lesson I was being stressed about was an English lesson, and she was talking about maintaining style, and being entertainging while avoiding facetiousness, and trying to create an effect, and keeping to a plan/structure, and painting a picture with words.
I was panicking. I have no idea why... but I was. I'm actually afraid of this exam. Afraid of writing...

Anyway. In other news, school is normal, ie the people there annoy me, and I don't care, because they're a whole bunch of people I don't need, and all that crap.

I met lilka and couldn't stop giggling - and I discovered why eniddy was quiet. She can't really talk much with her tongue pierced.

It hasn't sunk in yet that my mocks start tomorrow. As usual, I took the shortcut through the centenary hall this morning and found it full of desks in long, straight rows, with the moderators' desks at the back on the wooden blocks, and the blackboard and the three clocks at the front. Immediate panic.

My little first-year friend was sitting outside the hall. She asked me, "Who's having exams now?"
"Me," I said. "Tomorrow. It's the mocks."
"Ugh," she said, then added, "My birthday's on my exams in June."
"Mine, too," I said - "Next week."
Then I walked off and tried not to think of revision.

"On Christmas morning, outside was boring, all was hopeless in this home..."

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I hate my computer.
It crashed. I was typing a new entry/document, and it crashed and lost them both. About 1500 words between them, and I want to kill it. Hurt it somehow, but of course it's only a fucking computer with no sense of goddamn pain!
And then... this is on top of the media player no longer working. And when I restarted it, it wouldn't connect to the internet. So I restarted it again. It takes ten minutes each time, because of how fucking slow, it is, and then, after that I noticed something else ( TMI )

And this is all on top of my mocks beginning tomorrow. I need someone to kill.