Physics

My first thought this morning was the the weather had turned. I've been saying it for weeks, haven't I - the weather is going to go horrible on June 17th. I was partly right, and partly wrong - the weather is not as hot, but it's still summer.

We started late, as someone thought it was in the afternoon, and the exam was long. Too long. I started getting twitchy about halfway through, and besides, the paper was driving me nuts. I don't know a damn thing about transistors and capacitors, and the questions weren't about physics anyway. The first one was, "What is an extra-terrestrial?" followed by questions about bacteria in outer space. There were then some normal questions, but they finished off with an essay about the advantages and disadvantages of security cameras. Gah. I got bored and started writing about Orwellian dystopia.

That's all nothing to do with it, of course - my exams are over. Afterwards, I saw Mrs Custard and told her that I'd never sorted out my A-level choices. She suggested I go and see Mrs Moon immediately, so I did. She was nice, and kind, and sweet, and plainly didn't give a fuck. I don't fit the timetable. I'm doing Biology. Pedar will raise hell but I suspect it won't achieve anything. I ambled on out - Becca, Meg and Kat had waited for me - and told them, and just didn't talk for a while.

Becca, despite her annoyance that Bev and Yusra stayed in school for lunch, was nice enough not to push me into coming with her and Kat. I went home, and here I am, and I'm trying not to think about it. I bought a mint Aero on the way - I think I'll eat it now, and read for a while.

Pics

When I first got this journal, I resolved never to post any pictures of myself. Therefore, shipperkitten and purplerainbow started taking as many pictures of me as possible and posting them on their journals. So, in order to beat them, I'm joining them, or some other confused metaphor.

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A nice one, I thought. I do hope Hannah doesn't post the others.

Broccoli

Well.
I have washed my hair and decided what to wear tomorrow. Had sudden realisation that I'm going to have to decide what to wear every day until September 4th. This is not a settling thought. Anyway. I have yet to dig out all my textbooks, as it isn't something I'm looking forward to. I hope I have them all, and that they all belong to me - I was looking at my copy of Homer's Odyssey the other day, and noticed the first name written in it belongs to a girl who was in Upper 5 in 1964. That book's ben floating around Merchants' for forty years.

I am in a somewhat better mood than I was this morning, which is good. I'm probably in an advanced state of denial, but oh, well. For purplerainbow's benefit, I shall insert my catchphrase here - blah blah angelcakes - and then continue.

My mother has decided that broccoli is all that is holy and she now won't stop cooking it. I hate broccoli. Doesn't everyone? And isn't this entry getting boring?

So... yeah. That's it.