3 down, 10 to go

On Wednesday I had a maths paper. I've never had a paper that tough before and I royally ballsed it up. I really thought I'd fucked up my chances of passing maths. It was a tough night that followed. I went into school the next day do paper 2 and I looked truly awful. Did not want to be there. I went in. I could it. Almost all of it. It was such a relief that I might be able to salvage my grade after all.

Exams aside I've been creating a wish list on Amazon using their universal wish list button which is just a gift from God. I am so pleased with it. I've also sorted out more student finance stuff and I went rollerblading. I dug my old in-liners out and went over to a decent bit of tarmac. I just went up and down getting the hang of it again. It's been like 6 or 7 years since I was out on them last which just goes to prove that my feet haven't grown since I was like 11. That's a little odd, seeing as I've grown like 20cm upwardsly. I don't care that it's not a word.

Final note, my excuse of the day (from my epic excuses calender) was "I locked myself out of the house." The calender deemed this excuse valid as an excuse for being unfaithful. At first glance, I laughed, but then as I was procrastinating, I realised it might not be so stupid after all.

"You slept with other people!?"
"No, but I had to, you see. I got locked out, and she let me stay in her flat. She only has a bed, and I had to say thank you somehow. You know how I'm all about giving back to people. It's just who I am, if you can't accept that I'm a generous kind of person, maybe we shouldn't be together? I don't see why you wouldn't be able to handle being with someone charitable, but maybe you have issues."

(15 days to go - I've been counting the days for 100 days now)