2.5hours to my last exams and counting. I woke up at 10 to spend the next couple hours consoling myself and eating cereal. I barely slept last night and had one of those confusing experiances of feeling like i'm asleep but the constant vomit of pointless thought and constantly turning the pillow for the cold-side soon reminded me that i wasn't.

The problem with life currently is its lack of entirety. Existance can be personified as a half eaten sandwich or the 40% coke 60% saliva in the last sip of coke. I never got anybody who claimed that, surely if it still tastes like coke and its your own saliva.. it shouldn't matter? Existing is waiting. Waiting for emails back, waiting for summer, waiting for results, waiting for the next step if its college, or a job or dying. Its the difference between queuing at the post office or for the ride of your life. I get bored of waiting, yet i'm always looking for the next big thing. I think there are two people in life, the people that do the finding and the people that will with all their heart to be found.

Now; back on to getting dressed and desperately trying to complete-last-minute cram any information i can on Stalin, and the bore that is Britain inter-wars. Again waiting for 1pm to come and go.
Jesse Bradford is a dreamboat.
And happy June folks, another month just disappeared with the tide.