It's all a bit miserable ATM, to be honest. Between exams and the fact that everyone appears to be dying (my brother's friend's best friend, from cancer; a friend's friend's dad, from suicide; Humphrey Middleton, from old age, presumably), nobody's exactly in the best of moods. And then there's the fact that everyone in the UK is currently in a state of Boris Johnson-induced shock, except perhaps for maddoggirl
, our resident BNP representative.
You know when you have exams looming, and you know that you really, really, really need to revise, but you can't, because Whose Line Is It Anyway is on Five US, and sure, you've seen it before, but it's that really funny one with Ryan Stiles and Sandi Toksvig, so you'll do it in half an hour. But then when that's over, you get to thinking about your gap year, which isn't for a year and a half, but you still can't stop researching life in Guatemala City and the Volta region of Ghana (thank you, jaggedapples
of CLH who doesn't actually know me but through whose journal I decided that I wanted to work for Cross Cultural Solutions in my gap year). And after that, your brother texts to say that he's in town, so you go down to meet him, because it'll only be an hour and you can revise afterwards.
But guess what. You never actually get round to revising. And it sucks. I had my first exam Friday, and I barely revised in the days before. Sure, it was piss easy, but my lack of work was still slightly disheartening.