Relief but...

Yes! No more mocks! the two weeks of endless revision and the series of exams are finally over!

... but then that means I have to go back to the routine of going through 8 lessons a day and having to actually wake up at 6:45. am. in the morning. of winter. I could be just whining about a perfectly normal day that everyone else would be glad to have but if you just had two weeks of free time (save the exams the actual time used for revision and cramming) and was expected to leave it all behind, that's hard. Admit it, it's hard to do so. In some ways I could be thinking "hey, you know you'll be given study leave AGAIN during the summer term?" or  "lazy git... MAN UP." *cue in tearing shirt to reveal gigantic abs and moobs boobs (you're a girl, Monette)* but... I can't be asked to let my 'heroic' side of things to rule my head and block off all thoughts of 'BLEH~' and 'MEH~' - the evil 'EH~' twins.

okay, I'm feeling weird. I should stop now... and read the AWESOME LOTR BOOKS AND SHERLOCK FANFICTION! Go deuxexmycroft! Go ivyblossom! Go J.R.R. Tolkien!

okay, i should really stop. I think i've made enough of an impression to the world how stupid I sound.
I blame reading Headspace. Jesus, I got a massive mindfuck and scarring from that fanfiction...

Friendly Fires and Fudge

So... mocks are coming in with fearfully quick rate and everyone's putting their heads into textbooks and notes in thorough panic. (Or at least I am...) I know I shouldn't be procrastinating right now - I've been doing so for half an hour now - but sometimes, you have to thank the time you put to surfing on the internet. Because I was bored and randomly Googling actors I know, I have found an awesome band called 'Friendly Fires'. Yes, somehow through Benedict Cumberbatch I have found the most awesome (need another word than 'awesome'... rad?) band and I have been playing their music on repeat for four days - I'm actually listening to 'Show Me Lights' right now. They're that fudging good. 

^another reason why I love them :D

Oh, speaking fudge (heh, pat on the back for that smooth transition there.), recently I've been given a packet of fudge to cheer me up from a few family problems that kept me feeling down. Though I can't fully say I've recovered from the shock of the news, I'm happy to report that my frailty to cry has dimmed down. On the other hand, at least Friendly Fires and the fudge is there to make me happy again - of course along with my friends and family.