1 down 2 to go. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but then it was biology, and that's kind of my thing. Well, it was a couple of years ago anyway. There was a weird question about rats on herion, which was kind of distracting. You sit thinking about what a rat would be like on drugs rather than answering the question. Lost me five marks damnit.
You know there is a lot more to worrying about an exam than just the actual paper. There's the being scared about finding your seat thing. I found myself looking at my timetable a lot checking that my seat number hadn't magically changed in the last 2 seconds. And then there's the not falling over on your way to finding your seat, and one the way out of the hall afterwards. This is harder than you might think, because everyone that's already sat down stares at you. I hate it. After that there's the kind of worries that only the paranoid people such as myseld and Kailee have. The table falling over. Seriously, it could happen, mind was wobbling loads. Imagene if that happened, it would be so loud and that room echoes. I was trying to picture how I would react if that actually happened. Hysterical laughter, I think. I have to go through this twice more this week, I have chemistry tomorrow as well which totally doesn't help. I hate chemistry. I don't care about chemistry. I don't care about atoms, I can't see them and they don't bother me.
Damn science GCSE.
Also, in other slightly funnier news Hugh seems to have said something to his mum about me. We all ended up going to see Indianna Jones (company was crap but the film was actually really good) and his mum didn't speak to me the whole night, she always talks t o me, and I'm the only person she didn't speak to, so I'm not being paranoid. Hugh really needs to grow up rather than running to his mum because I "hurt his feelings". Right. I wonder if his mum even knows what he's like. I wonder if I shoulod enlighten her.
Actually no. Then I might have to have a conversation with his dad and then I would die. Hmm. He lives to be perfect son another day apparently...
Finally:
I LOVE JAMIE BELL.
That is all.
