A Book Worm Lost in the Soil

Once again the annual exam preparation has arrived and i scorn it for it's necessant success in putting my whole life on hold whilst i try desperately for four shiny A's at the end. I've neglected my reading, my organising, my socialising and so not only am i poorly read, but i live in an accomodation-enclosed tip and i never see anyone; 'Stig of the Dump' rings to mind.

But i got my hurrrr did yesterday (got me a sweet blonde flash like Rogue but not as prominent) and good things are coming up, I have a mentally existant dates calender in my head right now but it'd be a waste of time printing it here for eyes that don't exist, or frequently couldn't care, indeed in a blind world the man with one eye is king.

Instead i shall love and leave with a list of 'to-dos'
1)clean out my closets
2)manage my shoes (i.e. throw the deceased ones away and stop hoarding)
3)wrap Dad's birthday presents
4)generally tidy
5)start 'The Slaughter House Five'
6)purchase some more profound and mentally-testing literature

completion: pending
procrastination: looming.

The Answer My Friend, Is Blowing In The Wind,

I've been negligent in my blogs because I am forgetful and because I don't want it to be some artistic rendition of how abysmal life gets, quite happily asides it's repetitive nature 45 weeks of the year I am mostly blissfully happy but this week has been a week of sorts.

First, failing exams just doesn't happen to me and it has this week, twice. Both are being remarked (without my input i might add) because of this failure of correlation with the rest of my, well life really. I know why I failed history, without 'tu quoque'ing the whole situation my teacher failed to mention to my class before the exam that for the top marks she had needed to teach us the theories of revisionism, post-revisionism and orthodox and consequently we all got shit grades. As for Law I have as many answers as a question paper. Clueless. After busting my guts studying it seems I spunked all my knowledge up the wall. I got two A's but they mean little when everyone expects four.

Gut-wrenching failure kind of aches when you're missing someone so badly that time seems to stop whilst you wait to be with them again. I've spent the past 3 days pretty miserable and know it will take him to make me feel better. I need to book a Doctor's appointment but have been procrastinating through either fear of something being wrong or her finding no reason as to why I'm exhausted all the time. We also didn't win at football again today and I'm beginning to find no logic in coming home pissed off every sunday afternoon and covered in mud. I want answers for absolutely everything, I just wish I was somewhere where British life can't get to me like it does right now.

I feel this blog is quite lengthy and so could never be the arty bullshit that offers little prose but plenty of cynical punch but I think there's been plenty to catch up on. The only difference between the sane and the psychotic is one bad day....