I have an English exam in just over 7 hours. So instead of sleeping/revising/using my time to do anything useful at all, I am faffing about on the internet. Never mind.

This morning I at 7.24am I woke up with this horrible stinging, stabbing pain in my wrist, and as I gained consciousness I realised a WASP was on me, stinging me! It had obviously flown through the window, landed on me, and when I brushed it with my other hand it got angry and so it stung me. I was not best pleased. It really hurt, and went all raised up and nasty. So I squashed the wasp with a candle and threw it out of the window. Nasty horrible thing!

When I woke up again it was midday and I had my Media ME5 exam (which I forgot to go to last time, oops) at 1.15 so I got up and had a bath and got ready. My skin is really bad at the moment (moan complain teenage angst) so I had to wear about 3 kilos of make-up. Anyhoo, I went to college, and then I was lonely but I found Becky Howe, and we caught up a bit, and I pretended to revise for ME5. Then I met Rosie, Kate and Charlotte and we went outside for a fag and then off to exams.

ME5 wasn't that hard. The questions were like "what makes a successful television programme?" and "films are too violent and regulatory controls are insufficient, do you agree?". So pretty easy really. My hand with the broken finger began to really hurt halfway through from all the writing. I realised I had to hold my pen between my forefinger and middle finger to stop the pain, which made for some *interesting* handwriting. Haha.

So afterwards Rosie came home with me to wait for her mum. I am a crap hostess and failed to entertain her in any way but it was fun. We had a bitch which is always enjoyable. I told her about my general insanity and therapy-needing. I probably shouldn't have but I only mentioned the social anxiety and stuff, not the other things. Lacie said that she got diagnosed with the early stages of schizophrenia which was a bit scary. Makes me feel almost normal. Haha.

Lacie is coming over in August some time. Hopefully she will be here for Beccy's birthday. I think she should have 2 parties, one kareoke or something in the pub for her parents and siblings and everyone to come to, and then something a bit more debaucherous (sp?) for us, haha. That reminds me, the clinician lady told me not to take drugs. I asked her if she was going to tell my doctor that I smoked weed but she said she wouldn't. She was generally nice, and asked me loads of stuff about my whole entire life, family, school, work, friends, etc. Not relationships, which I really was expecting. I don't actually know if I would've been able to be honest with her, which is really silly. But anyway, she said she didn't think I have a mental illness. Which is always good. And I'm gonna get CBT and she gave me self-help information about social anxiety and stress. I'll be fine. Once exams are over anyway!

I have Genre Studies tomorrow, which should be fine. As long as I remember the structure. Rosie and I have 3 exams each left, all at the same times. Our last ones are Thursday so I think we should go out. I want to see The Incredible Hulk so we could do that. We could go to the Vue again. I really liked that cinema.

I have downloaded an application for Waterstone's. It always has appealed to me to work in a book shop. That would be really cool. I might also apply to Hollywood Bowl in Taunton, and Morrison's in Tiverton. I probably wouldn't want to work as far away as Taunton, but if I have no other option it would probably be really fun to work at Hollywood Bowl. Although bowling alleys always make me feel really strange, I don't know why. There's something really...tragic about them. That makes no sense whatsoever, as the whole point of them is fun and laughter but I don't know...maybe I had a bad experience in one in a past life or something. I'm like Jenny from The L Word, with circuses. Haha. I hope what happened to her at the circus didn't happen to me at a bowling alley though...o_O Although I'd probably remember. OK, I need sleep now, really badly. Wish me luck for tomorrow.
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