Right. Enjoyable and quiet though my extended sojourn in the wilds of Kent has been, I have to admit that I'm more than grateful to find it coming to a close. Oddly enough, for all Kent is dead quiet, I've found myself almost more distracted than I might have been in London. I enjoy being with my parents, and yet they make demands on my time that my landlady never does. I have really got to get on with this revision, or I'll die. Or fail my exams, which would be worse.

Kent is beginning to get me down.

Faversham feels very quiet, and living at home feels very strange. I need to get back to London and productivity. In honor of my upcoming return to London - sometime tomorrow morning, which I must admit is considerably later than I might have intended - I have decided to compile a list of things which I will also be quite glad to see the back of, actually, for whatever reason.

• Exam Week

Close at hand, dangerously so. I want this done and dusted, partly because I'm sick of fretting about them. I wish our tutors hadn't gone on quite so vigorously about how many students were expected to fail these wretched exams. Terrifyingly high failure rates, these things have. Not things designed to ease a girl's mind, I will say. It's getting so I'm almost beyond caring wheter I pass my exams or fail them, just so long as I can say that I've sat them and don't have to think about them for a while.
Like devida says, sometimes I think I'll pass them without too much difficulty though I'm not optimistic enought to think I'll be passing well - I've been too fangirlish as of late, so I know I've only myself to blame if I fail, but what the Hell, it was fun - I still think I'll be able to at least pass (how difficult can it be to get 40% on a paper?) - the rest of the time I think I'm going to fail, and hopelessly at that (some clever soul had the idea of making one of the papers weighted, so we have to get 40% of every question right, if I've understood that correctly). Sheesh.


• The General Election

I'm getting sick to death of electioneering. Barely a day goes past without having to listen to election manifestos, promises and pledges. I'm sick of TV specials on government policy and the opposition's wooly attempts to - well, oppose them. I just want to vote and get it over with, since I really can't imagine the outcome's in such doubt anyway. Sadly, the Private Eye got it in one when they said the campaign thus far had been pretty boring. Where it hasn't been boring, it's just been irritating (e.g. Tory 'are you thinking what we're thinking?' posters - which, fortunately, have attracted just the kind of sabotage that I was hoping they would, MRSA as an election issue).
All I can say is that if and when (exams permitting!) I have qualified and am working in an NHS hospital, any politician who tries to pose alongside my harried, Key Worker self will get a lot more than they bargained for. Especially if they happen to be a Tory. How dare they make hospital cleanliness into an election issue when they caused the mess, and quite literally in this case, in the first place by contracting out hospital cleaning to the lowest bidder!
Still, whoever gets in, she said cynically, the Government wins...


• My Brother's Birthday

Because it's just freaky when your younger brother hits one of those milestone years. It was bad enough when he hit eighteen - I shouldn't have a younger brother of eighteen. Now it's worse. He's about to hit twenty-one. How the Hell can I be old enough to have a younger brother of twenty-one? Time the tyrant marches ever onwards and I am beginning to get worried. I know, when I hit twenty-three in a few months' time I still won't be that old and yet in terms of what I've done versus what I want to do it just feels odd and strange. I had a stunted adolescence and feel almost as if I never really got to be a young adult.
Simply put, I don't feel old enough to be the age I am. I haven't lived enough to be twenty-three in a few months' time. God knows how i'm going to cope when my brother hits forty. Slit my wrists, probably.

Maybe I should just stop thinking about this for a while. The more i go on about these things,t he more powerless, annoyed and depressed I become. Right now I feel kind of like I want to scream. If my parents say even one pointed thing to me between now and bedtime now I've got myself in this state, I'll probably break down and cry. Damn, I need to do something stupid just to cheer myself up a bit.

I know, I'll do some stupid meme and then try and post in isotype or something before I go upstairs to pack. Self-pity does not become me and I am determined to be a stranger to it.

Hooray for memes. Stupid though these things are, at least they made me giggle, so I'd guess there was hope for me yet - I'm not about to slide headfirst into a deep dark pit of depressiveness after all. Now I suppose I should try and post something, having proved that, if I'm nothing else, I am at least easily amused. Very easily amused. Oh well, I never claimed to be sophisticated...

What Will Be Your Overly Melodramatic Death? by Celaeno
Name:
Gender:
Are you beautiful?
Your death:	In a circle of candles, after a fiery and passionate session with your demon lover. Woo!
Your parting words:	"Live on... so they can all hear our story..."
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And then there was this, which was... well. At least I ended up cute, even if I have come out rather like... well dear God, just look at the thing. I could pass for a Mary Sue if I went around looking and acting like this woman does. I've even got the purple eyes, wings and magical powers, for God's sake. This pains my Gothic, blood-spattered, angst ficcer's soul, it really does.

( laila Unleashes her Inner Mary Sue... )

But it could have been worse, at least I don't look utterly infantile, even if I would rather have got arldetta's broody, untrustworthy, secretive Arashi lookalike. This last one's perhaps a little more flattering, though. If only because it suggests I'm not some vapid, shrieking ditz of a Mary Sue complete with sparkling purple eyes, flowing hair and awe-inspiring magical powers. I'm currently reading a car-crash nightmare of a Sue Fic on ff.net and with every passing chapter it just gets siller and sillier - the main Sue (mysterious beauty, can't remember her past, on the run from Bad Men yadda yadda) now appears to have magical regenerative powers and is invulnerable to fire. Maybe she's made of asbestos. There's a secondary Sue in the thing, too. She, shockingly enough, has turned out to be - wait for it! - an orphan!

Which Japanese word are you? by gokumew2
LJ Username
You are:	Kokoro (mind/heart)
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And hey, I didn't do the 'My Suicide' meme. I'm proud of myself. Even if I did nip the last two from arldetta, who seems to have more luck than I do when it comes to finding cool memes... ^^

Having absolutely no joy with my RP post for isotype, though. I'm about halfway through but I still haven't got round to smacking Youji one. Can't think of anything to say and am toying with the idea of just up and punching him for the sheer hell of it. But that'll have to wait until tomorrow evening, I think. Oh well, I tried.