Friday, 2nd January 2009

Happy New Year!

Hello. It is 2009. That is odd. By the end of this year, I will have (hopefully) passed all of my GCSEs. I will have turned sixteen. I will have entered the sixth form. I will have dropped Maths, Physics, Tech and IT forever. I will have…oh, I can’t think of anything else. I suppose my niece/nephew will be born, since he/she is due today. Mocks start in two days’ time and I am only now starting to feel vaguely prepared in any subject. English will be horribly time pressured but there is no preparation for it so oh well. French and Latin will be fine. Maths and Geography will be horrific but at least are over after two days. And nobody cares about IT or Tech. Everyone is majorly stressing, and from the amount of revision I’m doing I think people assume I am too, but I’m not. I feel idle and distant and indifferent towards the whole thing. I have larger concerns. And I think that getting one and a half hour lie-in to take 7 exams which do not matter is a pretty good deal.

Nocturnal Dorset sickness rages away, but it actually came back during the day yesteday, which rather disrupted my revision timetable. Thankfully it seems to have died down again. I’m not entirely sure how well I would have coped with both the dreams AND the actual illness in the day. I was supposed to write all of my thank-you notes from Christmas today. I have failed miserably. But I ddi manage to revise all of my subjects, so I feel fairly pleased with myself. I feel incredibly sleepy and my eyes are only half open, which is odd considering I have got no less sleep than usual and it is not yet time for bed. Today when I finished revision I could think of absolutely nothing to do with myself. I had to resort to a giant French verb table. A totally futile exercise. But it filled the time.

For the first time, I understand Ricky’s routine longing to go back to school toward the end of the holidays. I am beginning to tire of being stuck at home every day doing nothing but solo revision. Though I will not enjoy the work, the stress, the rehearsals or the exams, I think I would prefer school to two more days of this existence. As I type I am burning up. God, why did I mention it?? I’ve been fine all day! Well, it’ll teach me to whine, I suppose.

This is rather flat and depressing for a New Year post. I apologise. It’s more fatigue than illness, boredom or depression. I can think of nothing to say, because nothing has happened, except revision. Oh, New Year. Yes, we went to Sabrina’s for New Year, which was vairy nice. I particularly enjoyed the Orange Zest balloon, the Ricky-Ruth-Daniel clothes swap, playing Breadstick Chicken with Ruth, being Mummy’s birthing partner and watching the Alexes dancing. Oh, and good old I Never with the wonderful alcohol-free Becks. Always a good game.

Well I suppose I should stop typing now since this post is going nowhere. Wow, I sound like Mehdi.