Twitchiness

Becca, Clare - I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you earlier, I forgot to sign out of MSN before we went to the temple.

And yes, the temple. It was pretty much as I expected. It's a converted church in Edge Lane, which I'm sure is symbolic of something although I don't know what, and it's full of people whom I don't know singing and making a lot of noise. I was hungry. I didn't start feeling hungry until about six, but from then on, it just went downhill. No, I didn't succumb. I just got cranky, and unhappy, and snapped at everyone, and it got worse as I started thinking about tomorrow.

It was boring, though. I walked out midway, bored out of my mind, and Pedar came to get me, but ended up staying with me. We sat outside for two hours, just talking, before going back in for the actual midnight Janmastami bit. It's Lord Krishna's birthday. It changes every year, and there is lots of prasad. That is all I have to say about it. We got home at about one, ate some prasad, and I will go to bed momentarily. Right at this moment, I feel... well, bad. Scared and nervous and just fuckshitarse.

Good luck, everyone. Not that you need it. I just feel remarkably twitchy at this moment in time.

GCSE results

I got my GCSE results today.

What? Well, since you ask...
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The rest of the day was spent in uniform-shopping. It was hell, but at least I now have my uniform. I ought to ring Becca soon, to figure out the last-minute arrangements for the Last Supper party. It's all logistics, but in my ever-so-humble opinion, the details don't matter much. It will just be a lot of people trying not to get pissed while all around others are losing theirs. Or something like that.