"But I don't wanna talk about it any more."

I got up at nine and felt awake. I am no longer feeling somnambulistic - that's the good thing. I had to do the whole of Germany today - out of four topics, I have done three. That's another good thing. But everything in the garden is not lovely. I am sick of revision. I am sick of exams. I am sick of the fucking Nazi party and the Nuremburg Laws and the mass rallies and the hyper-inflation statistics and the Geheime Staatspolizei. Admittedly the exam is tomorrow, but I don't care.

I just want to get out and do something. The weather's beautiful. I want to sit on the grass and talk, I want to spend an hour in Quiggins buying beads and inhaling the smell in Heaven on Earth, I want to get thrown out of Waterstone's, I want to go to the Harry Potter!midnight opening at Pritchard's. I want to go the beach and walk down the water's edge with purplerainbow. I'd like to go to that party with Becca. Go to the Anglican cathedral graveyard and watch the kung-fu guys practicing with _detroit. Be the cockroach-in-pain peanut gallery when shipperkitten watches shippy Stargate episodes.

In short, I'd like to be anywhere except at home with a yellow history file. Procrastinating.

Unemployment

You know what is not a good sign?

Having a GCSE tomorrow...

...and having used up the 33-hour battery life of an mp3 player in one day.

On the one hand, this doesn't bother me much, as all it means is that I have to charge it sooner than expected.

On the other hand, it bothers me exceedingly because a) I have a GCSE tomorrow and b) shouldn't this be theoretically impossible?

I will admit I am slightly obsessive when it comes to music. But, um, blah.

Anyway. I have nearly finished topic four (Nazi rule in Germany). All I need to do are the last couple of pages on the actions taken to prevent unemployment. And then I need to read over America whilst safe in the knowledge that although I revised it thoroughly a week ago I can't rememeber a word of it.

And on a completely unrelated point, I just read on the Dope that Gregory Peck died today. Isn't that strange - Atticus Finch not living forever?

I think I'll go and watch M*A*S*H now.