Sunday.

Every year, about this time in May, I write about how I've got exams to revise for. Every Summer, since I was 13, I've had exams... Thinking about it, I've only got two more sets of exams left, this year and next year, and that's 3 exams each. 6 exams. At 3 hours each, that's... oh my maths is awful.
Three sixes are eighteen.... 18 hours of exams left in my schooling career, and hopefully I'll come out as a bachelor of the arts, which will probably mean I'm qualified to sell used cars and live in a bedsit.

Otherwise, life is OK. I'm sitting at my desk, looking out over a shimmering canal; sitting at the computer on a chair that's far too low down because I broke the other one.

As I get older, I find that things that used to seem so alien and grown up, are now tedious reality; bills, rent, browsing for the cheapest (organic, yah) bananas, contacting landlords about dripping taps... Luckily I'm still a massive child, and also I'm still young enough to go clubbing, which helps to dull the feeling that my life is a vapid waste of the world's precious resources.

Oh, and I bought a new boxset today, the Sopranos, season 1. So that's nice.