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I had my EngLit exam today, and I did bloody shite in it. I'm good at English language, but I hate English literature. Yes, I know. I want to be an author when I'm older, so, yes. Ideally, I SHOULD like EngLit... but I don't. It's just so bloody boring! I'm better at writing creatively than writing essays. Much better. I probably wouldn't mind so much if I had to write a thesis on visual kei, but that's never gonna happen. Oh, well... I suppose all I can do now is pray that every fucker else in Blighty did shite as well so we all get As.
Also, the fucking desk graffiti (yes, I know I swear a lot. I'm angry and headachey, leave me alone). "SM", "Homo" and "KMS" were among the eloquent passages scrawled on my exam desk today. Also, I remember getting "good luck" on my desk in my first exam. Well, as of today, that's been upgraded to "Good luck :)". I told a friend about it today, and we're both certain that someone is reading the exam seating plan, finding out where I'll be sitting, and writing these good luck wishes on the desk. I have an admirer, and someone else has terrible taste.
Ahh... but I shouldn't really be saying that. Another friend of mine is going to attempt to get me and the boy I like together, so that's sick. That boi is peng as, mate (woah, did I really just say that o.O), and I got a top-notch view of his fiiine ass in the exam hall today. Mayhaps that's why I did so badly? Because I was distracted? Hmm... ahh, I am such a mahoosive pervert!
Also, the fucking desk graffiti (yes, I know I swear a lot. I'm angry and headachey, leave me alone). "SM", "Homo" and "KMS" were among the eloquent passages scrawled on my exam desk today. Also, I remember getting "good luck" on my desk in my first exam. Well, as of today, that's been upgraded to "Good luck :)". I told a friend about it today, and we're both certain that someone is reading the exam seating plan, finding out where I'll be sitting, and writing these good luck wishes on the desk. I have an admirer, and someone else has terrible taste.
Ahh... but I shouldn't really be saying that. Another friend of mine is going to attempt to get me and the boy I like together, so that's sick. That boi is peng as, mate (woah, did I really just say that o.O), and I got a top-notch view of his fiiine ass in the exam hall today. Mayhaps that's why I did so badly? Because I was distracted? Hmm... ahh, I am such a mahoosive pervert!
