"What? I Thought You Liked Women!"

It is incredibly annoying when you spend about two hours writing a post, and it just deletes, right in front of your eyes.

I did have a huge long post about Leavers' Day, filled with photos, "hilarious" anecdotes that only I would find funny, and much of the compulsory sadness about the unavoidable breakup of the Qs. There was also a rant (albeit a small one) about those certain people who are getting annoyed with the over-zealous manner with which the Qs are being lamented. I can't be bothered to reiterate the rant, but I am sure that you can at least have a guess as to what it would say.

The post also mentioned Pizza Hut, and the goodbyes. It went on to talk about Roxy's play - which I have to say was beyond hilarious, and into the realms of holymacaroni - and then about sleeping over at Krease's and our adventures with the exploding television.

Today, I had my Latin exam.

I am pretty proud of myself, because it went relatively well, considering my previous problems with the ol' Virgin. I mean, Virgil, of course. In fact, he probably was a virgin, because he spent all his time writing pointlessly long poetry about pointless things, using pointless literary techniues that I can barely spell, let alone understand the meanings of. It's a darn good thing that Virgil is already dead, because otherwise, I would have to kill him myself. Or pray to the All Powerful Jupiter, and ask him to look down on me, and if I am worthy, to confirm that omen. Well, hit him with the bloody thunderbolt, and let the stupid sliding star thwack him on his head, and shroud him in a cloud of sulphur. Damn me and my Latin jokes.

So, now, I am sitting alone in the bibliotheque (look, see, French revision too - I'm on fire!) pretending to revise Biology. It's a sad existence when you are more willing to spend your free time at school than you are to be at home. How disgusting of me. Now, really children, I feel that it is your duty to provide me with at least some entertainment to help me wile away the long hours.

Although, how... I don't know.

Why are we going to see Starwars tomorrow? Do I even like Starwars? Am I interested in some galactic space battle with added robots and the occasional asthmatic, black-plastic covered ex-Jedi man with a penchant for blowing stuff up and a bit of a problem with family relationships? Do I care enough to actually spend seven quid or so of my hard earned cash, just to watch the death of many innocent Jedi knights? Does Yoda HAVE to talk in that stupid backwards way? Is the force with me?

All this concentrating malarky really tires me out. I'm having to do some major multi tasking here, you know. Breathing, sitting, typing (or attempting to, anyway), chewing gum (illegally), thinking, blinking, yawning, listening for the bell, tapping my feet, falling asleep and having to wake myself up.

I am losing interest in everything now. Why is that girl wearing pyjamas? Is she mad? I bet she's comfy. I wish I was wearing my pjs. Hold on - it's Leavers' Day. Why is she studying? She definitely is mad; there's no doubt about it.

And now, I really should do a little bit more Biology.

Si-fucking-gh.