"And I want to get free, talk to me, I can feel you falling..."

The day has been marked by blue skies and sparkling, dazzling sunshine.

I am somewhat wistful. purplerainbow was looking for someone to go shopping with her, and that's normally my cue. I had to physically restrain myself from clicking on "Post comment" and signing my life away. I know what would have happened. We would have shopped for an hour, and then found somewhere to sit (Waterstone's, Chavasse, somewhere) and talked, and talked, about everything and nothing and anything under the sun, and I want to do that. Very much. But even I know now that exams are too close, revision has to be done, I couldn't go.

I took my red history file (International history) and went out into the garden. The weather, as I said, is beautiful. I would have liked to take fic out with me, something I'm writing or something I'm beta-ing (*mwah*) and given myself up to enjoyement of a good story. I would have liked to do that. But revision - don't forget, revision.

After a while, I went into the conservatory, where Pedar was drowning in today's FT, and wanted to do so many things, read, write, talk, think, there's so much to do, and so much time. After the exams, that is. And Hannah's to-do list is very similar to mine. And I really don't mind, I really don't. My exams, perversely, are the key to my freedom - if I weren't doing them, then I wouldn't have so much time for flight. I'd be trapped in school until the third week of July.

I'll go back to history in a minute, and listen to Feeder, and think about how after this week, after next week, it'll all be over and done with and everything will be all right.

Failure, as in, it failed, completely, utterly, depressingly, but happily it was a long time ago.

So, I deleted the last entry because I now get to make another one. I am tired, mentally, from actually revising the League of Nations. I never have. Not for exams last year, not for mocks, not ever. I figure a week before the actual exam is leaving it late enough. It's rather ironic, because every time Becca used to annoy me by telling me things about geography that I didn't/didn't need to know, I used to annoy her in return by telling her all the reasons for the failure of the League of Nations. The truth is, I used to make them up. I never actually knew them.

But I know them now. They are: French and British self-interest, absent powers, ineffective sanctions, lack of troops, unfair treaty, reaching decisions too slowly, and economic depression. Let's play guess the mnemonic. How do you think I remembered those?

And apart from that, there's little to say. Wedding preparation is in full swing, as my mother is anxiously awaiting a shopping list of things she must by 'cause you can only get them in the West. It all involves a lot of head shaking from Pedar and me. Anyway, there is now relative peace and quiet, as I'm done with revision for a time.

That's all. I need coffee. This morning we had no milk, which sucked.

And here's the point where I start talking about the icon. This is not a gratuitious icon post. This is a post that simply happens to have a very, very pretty picture of Brian Molko attached to it.
I've no doubt it was _detroit who was talking about "girlboners."

Soundtrack

Because, for some reason, I feel the need to spam LJ today, I give you:
( The soundtrack to my life )