...and freedom

[fightingthecage]

My history teacher is actively pushing Oxford at me. It's quite scary as, y'know, this means I'll have to apply. She spent most of a revision class today talking to me about applying and when she'll set essays to do and telling me I can do coursework over the summer so it'll be ready to send to them and telling me to get next years prospectus etc etc etc ARGH! It is more scary because she has a memory like a sieve yet she remembered this and in her eyes right now, I can do no wrong. This is always bad for me as I get complacent and then never live up to expectation.

Well. Nothing I can do about it except try, I guess. More than half of me is hoping I don't get a place because it'll make life so much easier. It's all very well going, 'I can get a place and then not go if it's too difficult to organise around' but really, is there any way in the world I'd turn down a place at Oxford? No, there is not. So maybe I should give it my best shot and secretly hope I don't make it. Yeah. Sounds like a plan.

...oh, wait. Not so secret then. Ah well.

I skipped the gym today and just swam instead because of time and because I'm horribly knackered and figured it would be easier blah blah and NOW I JUST WANT TO SLEEP FOREVER! Perhaps I might actually get an early night tonight. Hmm.

Also, let me tke a brief moment to complain about the English mentality right here. It is May. Up until the end of April, there was snow. The last two days have been about 24 degrees (C) and totally glorious. What do I hear when I'm in the supermarket queue this morning?

Person A: Want a sweet?
Person B: No. It's too hot!
Person A: Oh yeah, I know. Far too hot.
Me: *inwardly sighs*

IT MAY BE THE ONLY SUN WE GET UNTIL SEPTEMBER OR SOMETHING YOU IDIOTS! STOP MOANING AND FUCKING ENJOY IT! And this comes from me who is useless with heat because I burn in about ten minutes flat. But these last two days have been fucking glorious and what do people do? Complain about it. *despairs*