I have just spent that last 10 mins wondering whether I should dunk my cookie in my milk or not...

Mood relieved
Wearing 'No maintenance' vest top & school uniform minus sweatshirt, pink socks
Eating/Drinking chocolate chip cookies and milk (oh gosh, I've missed milk so much!)
Hearing steve - Daydreamer (Piano version)
Dreamt about oooh! I knew this earlier! Can't remember now... but I do know that it was completely random.
Present MSN name Have you ever gone a week without a rationalization? ...Rationalizations are even more important to us than... sex, even...
Talking to Pip
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Yes. Indeed. My title of today's blog is true. I decided against in the end.

Today I had my GSCE Blodge, Chem & Physics exams. They weren't as bad as they were last time. I felt totally in control. I take that as a bad sign, cos I really only get good marks when I feel out of control. Hmph, I guess only time will tell how I did.

So. Let's start from the start of my v. busy day:

I woke up (always a good start [unless it's a school day - which it was, so maybe not]). I got dressed. (Good no matter what). I then had a quick argument with my mum about her giving me my slip back so I could go on today's trip, and I was getting pretty het up about it, not that she cared, of course. We'd had a huge row last night, so she took it off me.
Well, I got it back in the end and I put it on my bed as I was getting some stuff for the day to come. I then had to run downstairs and get in the car. I don't usually go in the car to school, but I wanted to get in early so I could give Miss Grantley my slip so I could actually get on this bloody trip. So, my mum drops me off and I start walking down Hell Brook path, aka: Fag Ash Alley.
And then it hits me. I had left my slip on my bed, back at home. Yes. I know.
So I turn back and run all the way home. By now, it's about 3 minutes to the first bell (18 until second) and I was only passing Sam's house. Still a while to go.
So anyway, I make it home and fumble for my keys and manage to stuff them somehow into the lock. I dive in and scramble up the stairs and pounce on the slip and then practically fall downstairs and back out the door.
And then I have the journey back to school. I didn't have my watch on (mainly cos I don't actually have one) so I didn't know what time it was. But I reckon it must have been about 8:28. So I finally get to school, I had to race up the v. v. v. muddy field instead of using the path and so my trousers got mud stains all the way up to the knees in a sort of triangle right from to the flare-y bit to the said knees.

I get almost to my form room and I spot Miss Grantley. So I make a dive for her, blurt something out about the trip and she tells me that I'm allowed to go and that I must get to my exam right then.

You do have to realise that I'm practically having an asthma attack and I'm bright red in the face. So God knows what she must have thought.
I spot a load of year 10s down by the bottom door of A block and run down to them.
I say my hellos and I get hugged by some people (though I was nearly dead by this point, so I have no idea who).

Then, we get let in for the exam. I'm in A3. Mr Molenew (sp?) has to look after us. Fine.
First test up was Physics. I vaguely remember the equations I need and I scribble them down somewhere. Actally, Physics wasn't that bad. I had about 5 mins free after checking.
Then, Blodge. Quite difficult actually. Not as bad as the Physics test of Nov '04, but still... lots of graphs and a few things which I had no idea about. It wasn't too bad. I had about 8 mins free after checking.
Finally, Chem. Bloody piss-easy. I had about 15 mins free after checking. By then, Mr Molenew (sp?) had left and had been replaced by Mr Summers (!) :). I was quite happy about that, cos Mr Summers is lovely.
During my 15 mins of Chem freedom I drew a little face on my Chem question booklet. It turned into a girl. Then a young girl. Then a... young Becky. 'Twas strange.
She wasn't that chuffed. It's understandable really. I was trying to draw a guy. Heehee.

Break was boring. French was boring. History was boring. Mr Watson told the university lot to piss off to go on our poncy trip, or something. So off we go.
I sat with Lucy on the coach. 'Twas okay. I had a good time with her.
Before we were allowed on the coach we had to stay in the cafeteria for a bit. We weren't allowed to buy food as we were previously told, so a lot of us starved. I was kinda used to it though, I mean, I never eat breakfast or lunch, and I'm okay I guess. (My metabolism is awful though, but we'll save that for another day.)
Anyway, Luce and I were talking about the tests and she was telling me about how you remember the wire colours, etc. I was so touched when she said that she remembered that the Live wire was brown and she just had to think of me. I was like, awww. I mean, my surname is Brown. And apparently I'm a live wire (I guess). Not sure if that's supposed to be good or bad, but I figure it's better than being a neutral wire.

I was talking to my fencing people on the forums and this one person said she'd sell me some stuff if I wanted it. Some body wires and a bag. Well, those were the things I was interested in. She'd sell me four wires for £16 (two foil wires and two epee wires) and the bag for £25. It's the right model of bag and it usually goes for about £59 or so. But it's in the wrong colour and I don't have £25 right now. What do I do? I don't mind so much about color, I guess I can always sell it on if I don't want it. (And try and make a profit, perhaps?)

One of these days I'll actually write everything I want to write - atm, I want to write about the row, but I figure I need to let it go for a while, and then I'll write about it.
Atm, I just need some thinking time.