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I have been so lame at reading my flist recently and have no clue what everyone's up to. I will try to stop being so crap.

- Got my exam results today. Three A's! Got maximum marks in a few of them too. It was pretty much what I expected but I'm still chuffed, given that I missed about six weeks of classes at the beginning of the year. I've decided not to go to Uni this year but work and save up to pay for it next year - applying to Oxford again, because why not?

- Moved house last week. And it was actually pretty painless. I love my new house but will love it more when I get some rugs to cover the horrid patterned carpet (you can tell an old person used to live here by the flowery carpet and curtains, bleurgh). Evie seems to love it too and has a massive bedroom which, obviously, she doesn't appreciate yet but certainly will when she's older.

- My laptop survived an inadvertent ride in the removal van, only for me to break it the day after by getting my foot hooked in the cable and yanking it off the sofa. OK, it still works but the bit where you connect the power cable is wobbly as hell and I have to fiddle with it to get it to charge. Also, makes weird noises while plugged in as though charging it is only happening under duress. I DO NOT DIG THIS TURN OF EVENTS. Anyone know whether this sort of thing is expensive to have repaired?

Other than those things, life continues very much as normal. How you doin'?

Yes. Yes it is. For lo, I am done with exams! \o/!

And for the most part, I think they went very well. Which is kind of a miracle seeing as the day before the first three, I hadn't learnt anything about the topics of two of them, let alone started revision. This is what skiving massive amounts of class - and then not catching up on the missed work - gets you...frantic cramming until five in the morning and then a full day of exams after ninety minutes sleep. But! At least two of them went very well, and the other was solid enough.

Thing is, I don't learn from my mistakes. It's a thing. So when faced with an unexpected two days off work at the end of last week, did I teach myself all the work I'd missed in preperation for the exams this week? Did I fuck. And yet, they went well also. Guess I knew more than I thought I did.

So I think I've done enough to get the three A's I went back to college for in the first place. I won't be positive until I see the results in writing (eight weeks, ugh!) but given that I only need C's on all these papers to get A's overall anyway, I think I'm OK.

Which leaves me with a problem. Because since Oxford told me to get fucked, I've been thinking...weelll, I always do better when I know what to expect in a situation so the thing to do here is start at Lancaster in October, apply to Oxford again and if I get accepted this time, leave Lancaster at Christmas, work for nine months and then go to where I really want to be the year after. Sound, right? Except I got a letter from the Student Loans Company two days ago telling me that they aren't paying my tuition fees for the first two years of study. Which, y'know, D:. Because I can't really afford it - they'll give me a maintenence loan which isn't inconsiderable (I think, they didn't name a figure) but I'll have to use it to pay the £3000 of tuition.

So, for a day there I was like...shit, no Uni. I can't afford it. Maybe I'll defer for a year, get a proper job and save up. And maybe that is what I'll do. Or maybe I'll...pay for the first term at Lancaster, see whether I get into Oxford and if I do, leave, get a job etc like I planned. I mean, I'll only be £1000 out of pocket if I do that. And if I don't get into Oxford, I'll just stay at Lancaster and I won't have wasted a year by defering entry. When I think about putting it off for another year, I kind of feel sick.

Or I could just go to Lancaster. Wouldn't have to think about travel, Evie would be near Steve, much cheaper in the long run...hmmm. But. It's not Oxford. Oxford is the reason I went back to college in the first place. I think I need to give it another shot.

But anyway. EXAMS DONE FUCK YEAH! I can lounge about all evening and not feel guilty! I have no revision! I have thrown every scrap of college work from the last three years into the recycling bin! It feels great. I have nothing to do this summer but work three days a week and chill with my baby. Fuckin' A.

Of course, I'm looking at getting a proper job because ugh, new chef at work now that Head Chef Sam has left and he threatened me with disciplinary action on my second day working under him. So I can see this relationship is going to go really well. Not to mention, a trained monkey could do my job and probably with more enthusiasm than me. I mean, who gives a fuck about food anyway, really? Being a chef is a stupid job.

Right. I'ma celebrate my fucking awesome exam today by chilling out, maybe throwing my new pup inna bar and having a beer and a J. SUMMER IS HERE PEOPLE, FUCK YEAH!



ETA: Oh yeah, one other thing. An anonymous person told me on here about two and a half years ago that I needed to stop pissing around and finish something for once in my life. And they were right. So there you go, anonymous person - college. Done.

Does anyone have the theme for Quantum of Solace? The Jack White and Whatsherface one? And would you be willing to upload it for me if you have? I love that song stupid amounts and would be eternally grateful. :) Can't wait to buy the Blu-ray on Tuesday.

Life continues the way it does. Mowed the grass this morning as it was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL all day. It was ridiculously satisfying. Roll on summer; I love winter but this one has been loooooooong and I'm ready for some heat.

I only have a total of eight weeks of lessons left. Eleven really, but three of them are holidays. And then two weeks of exams which I'm OK with because I don't mind these exams. If I get D's or E's on every paper, I'll still get A's overall and that can never be a bad thing!

I feel very blah and tired and unmotivated for everything because I slept too long last night - by too long, I mean more than five hours. So I'm knackered and want to go to bed but if I sleep too much tonight I'll just feel like shit tomorrow as well. Bleurgh.

OK, I have nothing interesting to say. I will just go and click random things and pass some time.

Computer peeps, you're my only hope!

OK so, I tried to download google earth a while ago (like, three weeks or so). I don't know why it was trying to make me download it because when I used it on my old computer I could just...use it. Idk. Anyway, the thing kept coming up 'Internet Explorer cannot find this page' etc etc. I sighed and resolved myself to never being able to find the reservoir on my doorstep and thought no more of it.

UNTIL! The next time I turned my computer on. Every time I do, the same 'Internet Explorer cannot find this page' screen comes up, even before I've opened IE or Firefox. And it wont go away - I can't click on the X in the corner to make it disappear because its not there. It's also always on top so the first thing I have to do every day is open up the task manager and hit 'end task' on it otherwise I have to drag it down to the bottom of the page in order to be able to see any other windows.

I've tried deleteing the program - it still comes up. There's a folder with google stuff in it on my comp but if I try to delete it, it says I need permission to do so and refuses to go away. HOW CAN I MAKE IT STOP?!

Plz help, it's driving me nuts.

In other news, I FINISHED MY COURSEWORK TODAY BABY YEAH! And I'm even 300 words over the word count so heh. Library books are returned (nearly £5 in fines, oops), emailed off to my history teacher...DONE! I can go back to college without feeling guilty, YAY! Of course, it has the worst conclusion in the history of essays but meh, I'm over it. FEELS GOOD.

I have so much stuff I want to write about. Everyone on my flist is being all deep and interesting recently. I am not. But there are Things! I just...can't motivate myself. Shocker, I know.

Oh and I think I'm going to join the TA in the autumn.

To conclude - I really want to do that association meme for things but I feel like everyone posted it two days ago and I only just caught up on my flist. Someone ask me to write about things please? I need something to do now that I don't have to procrastinate over my coursework and pretend to do it.

WOOHOO! I woke up this morning with that exam-day adrenaline going on. And even though I knew I'd go for it, I still procrastinated for about two hours this morning, doing fuck all. But I got off my arse and spent half an hour reading through my notes, went to college, had a minor flail because the exam notice board said it was supposed to be this morning (I did check that it was this afternoon and I was right, thankfully), found out the notice was wrong and went and did the exam. And if I'm not mistaken, knocked that motherfucker out of the park! *dances*

Aaahhh House of Lords, I do love you. You are so easy. US Senate, you are so rigidly simple (at least at A Level). Written and unwritten constitutions, you are music to my lazy old ears. WOOT DONE!

I even managed to move a lesson so I can work on Wednesdays, thereby actually meeting the 16 hours a week I am supposed to do without having to work any weekends MWHAHAHA! I still will do them, for the money. But it's nice not to have to.

Right. Homework for tomorrow, coursework (I WILL BEAT YOU!) and then Hamlet. HAMLET! At least you are fun to read. Language terminology not so much but eh, I'll deal. AND THEN I CAN STOP SKIVING COLLEGE AND FEELING BAD ABOUT IT AHAHAHAHAYES!

Is there any fathomable reason why I have twenty two chapters (each with a seperate post) of 24 fanfic starring an OC called Alex Myers clogging up my flist? Hmmm?

No, I thought not. *stabs things*

In better news, I have new 24 to watch. And new SPN. Also the two Che movies (which I don't feel bad about downloading as my local cinema isn't running them and I will no doubt buy the DVD's) and Quantum of Solace (DVD purchasing is a dead cert on that one). Tomorrow could be a very good day! On the other hand, there must needs be coursework-finishing first. No, I still haven't finished that motherfucker. I did break 2000 words today though and my teacher told me today that no one else is even remotely close to finishing, even though they've handed their drafts in. SO that's OK - at least when mine goes in it'll be pretty close to the finshed article.

Oh yeah, I also made it into college today for the first time since Christmas. Did I mention that I have two exams next week that I'm in no way prepared for (note to self, must finish reading Hamlet)? Well, that is also true. And yet, I find it so hard to care. If I fuck them up, I'll just resit them in the summer. Meh.

I am chuffed though that I managed to take a library book back that they were on the verge of charging me a tenner for. Yes, in my life right now, this is an accomplishment. I could go on about why but I really can't be arsed and that about sums it up anyway.

Evie is...ill? I'm not sure? She certainly is on another cold but today she also developed a couple of blisters on her bottom lip and it's making her miserable as hell and unable to drink out of a bottle. She's also hardly eating and has been playing with her ears a fair bit today. I forsee a trip to the doctor in the near future. Poor baby. :(

I meant to go to bed 90 minutes ago and...haven't. Yeah, maybe I'll get on that now.

asdflkjsdgkjsdfklCOURSEWORK!

It is not done. My homework IS NOT DONE! I SUCK!

...really, I'm trying to care. But in actuality, I'm just trying to decide on the most plausble excuse to give to my teacher tomorrow. I don't even have History tomorrow. Its just my bad luck that the same woman teaches History as one of my Government and Politics modules. But usually its my good luck because she's awesome.

ANYWAY! My unproductive streak continues. The fucking coursework wont get done tomorrow either because Steve's here...and ahahaha, it's just hit me what this is. It's karma. A month ago, I was in a stress about writing my Oxford essay and he left early on Wednesday so I could do it. Only he doesn't know I've applied to Oxford so I told him it was coursework...talk about biting me in the ass. I can hardly ask him to leave early tomorrow to do work I've told him I've already done. THAT'S WHAT LYING GETS YOU! Subconsciously, I have proper screwed myself here. I've had three full days to write this essay but have not. Damn you, subconscious.

Anyway, blah blah. My mouse is annoying the crap out of me. If I leave the pointer over any text when I'm typing something, it will randomly move the blinky line (the one at the end of the line you're actually typing) to the place where the pointer is, thus making me put text all over the place. On occasion, it will do it and highlight everything too, meaning massive paragraphs get deleted as I'm halfway through ty...oh wait, just did it again...typing a word and don't stop in time to make it not happen. This makes writing anything something of a lottery
but not in an exciting-good way. Just in a 'am I about to lose everything I've just done, LETS SEE SHALL WE?!' type way.

I'm going to bed. If I sleep, un-done coursework will cease to exist, I know it.

I hate the fact that I feel guilty about having my heating on all day, even though it's been -2 C through the day all weekend. This is because the house I moved into is on a pre-pay metre and it's ridiculously expensive. But seriously - in the part of the house that's unheated (an extension, consisting of downstairs loo/shower and utility room), you can see your breath in the air. I'm not talking about faint wisps either, it's like smoking a fag - plumes of freezing air billowing about the place. Cold. So it is necessary but I still feel like my carbon footprint is about to make the planet explode, not to mention my bank balance screaming at me. Meh.

I have coursework due on Tuesday and I haven't started it. O HAI all-nighter tomorrow. O HAI OXFORD, I IZ RESPONSIBLE STUPID PROMIZE. Double ugh.

And Evie threw up all over the sofa. TRIPLE MEH. On the upside, Steve cleared it up, heh.

Don't want to go to work tomorrow. Or college. But as this weekend has shown, I am not to be trusted with time off. I don't do a single productive thing. Better get to class.

+ Got offered a place at my second choice Uni, here in Lancaster, so I'll definitely get to study want I want next year, reagardless of whether I get offered a place at Oxford or not.

- Sitting the HAT (History Aptitude Test) for Oxford was a bit of a nightmare - when I first read the paper I saw the question that's based off your own knowledge and immediately blanked, so spent too long on the questions that weren't worth as many marks. Then got to the 'hard' question and realised it was actually really easy when I thought about it but I had to rush it due to lack of time. I didn't get to write enough on it, or the last question, because I'd spent too long on the first bits. So, in a nutshell, I don't think I did very well when I could have done loads better if I'd managed time a bit better.

+ The test is done, I can't change it and at least now I don't have to worry about it. The essay is also done - three hours before it had to be handed in to be marked - so all that shit is out of the way.

- Although the essay was pretty good, I think, I don't know if it counts towards their overall decision on whether I get an interview so...I don't know, I am all up in the air. I'll find out in about two weeks time, I guess. :/

+ I have a new boiler which gives me both heating and hot water. This feels like unimaginable luxury and I am far too hot right now as I'm compensating for having frozen my ass off for the last week.

- Evie is sick again. She had a cough which she gave to me and then I gave back to her. She hardly eats, threw up everywhere this morning, is waking up yelling for milk in the night and whinged literally all day today. Just would not shut up. Not her fault if she feels bad, I know, but Calpol did nothing, sleep did nothing and she wouldn't eat...totally at my wits end. I hope she feels better tomorrow.

+ The last two SPN episodes absolutely kicked ass, especially the Halloween one. Fuck yeah!

- I am unbelievably skint and may have to postpone my trip to see Ex-Housemate Jen again. She postponed the first time, I've postponed...twice? three times? since. And I really want to go but just don't know if it's possible.

- I found out yesterday that my old drum teacher died a year ago. Gutted. Absolutely gutted. He taught me for four years and was the most brilliant bloke. He got Motor Neurone Disease apparently - imagine being a drummer and getting that? Sucks. Really really really frickin' sucks.

+ Doing Milliways stuff again feels fantastic. :)

On balance, the week has felt bad more often than it has felt good. And the week before that, for that matter. On the other hand, the good stuff is pretty awesome and there are no words to describe the feeling of freedom that comes with not having to think about the HAT any more. All in all, hurrah!

In other news, what's the lowdown on the yuletide thing? I looked at it last year, or perhaps the year before, and was tempted but it looks really complicated to sign up for and I'm sure I'd bugger the rules up.

LAST EXAM IS DONE WOOT WOOT!

And omg, I've never been in such a trainwreck in my life. Don't you just love it when you turn the paper over and realise that there are questions on it that you've never been taught in class? Oh yeah. Hot.

It's not the teacher's fault, I hasten to add. The one question that threw me most of all (there were others but I could at least guess at them) was, 'Explain why Woodrow Wilson sent troops into Mexico in 1916?' Ummm OK. I have no idea. The only reference made to this in class was that the Zimmerman Telegraph in 1917 was especially sensitive because there had been border skirmishes with Mexico the year before. Who the hell knows why? In a module spanning over one hundred years of American foreign policy, how is this in the least bit important? I don't see what sending troops into Mexico actually has to do with foreign policy, apart from Mexico being a foreign country. /rant

Anyway. I looked it up on the 'net when I got home. Apparantly it's to do with Pancho Villa which at least means I got the bit right when I said it was to do with revolutionaries wanting to destabilise the government. Total guess on my part and there was a load of other shit that I got wrong because I literally just made up anything to stick in there. I can't wait to see what my teacher says about that one tomorrow because of all the things to fucking ask about.

OK, I am done ranting. EXAMS ARE DONE WOOT WOOT! I will definitely be re-taking this one in January but at lest I can be reassured by the fact that it can in no way be worse than that one.