Morality And Mercy In Vienna

At last, my blogging sabbatical has come to a close. For a bit, anyway. I have been concerning myself with, firstly, the topic of the exams of doom. Very much doom, and quite a bit of despair. But never mind. I shall slowly disintegrate into an unemployed wretch, whereon I will scrounge off my friends, and steal from my parents. So like now, basically.

And yes, I have indeed sent off my PN1 form, so some time soon, someone I don't know will be giving me a large sum of money which I shall promptly squander on sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. Or, more likely, trashy magazines, DVDs and floaty dresses. I am very excited about this whole 'let's give Cassie some money' jaunt, although it doesn't sound exactly sensible to me, as we all know that it will just burn a hole in my pocket. I'm not happy unless I'm living in poverty, eh?

Also, I have not seen Pirates of the Caribbean Three yet. I think this is appalling, and I should be shot. I really do. I did see Magicians though, and that was freaking FANTASTIC. Seriously. I wanted to eat my own face. I have also been to some radio recordings, which was extra exciting, due to the presence of the oh-so-yummy James Lance, and a couple of the writers of Green Wing, which we all know, excites me NO END.

I also - the best part of the exam period, I have to say - played a lot of bizarre giant badminton, both with sex noises, and then also at midnight. Excellent to the extreme. I shall have to marry it. And I bought my ball dress. It's so stripy, and zebra like. I want some zebra-like shoes too match. And zebra hair. And a zebra FACE. Yes indeed.

And now I must revise. Of course, by this, I mean stare at the brightly coloured felt tip pen drawings I did. So not revise.