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LYK OMG.

I HAV TTLLY FNSHD MA WK ON TXT MSGS & I DNT HAV TO STDY THE BITXES AGIN.

I think the fact that I have just spent over five hours of my life (if you include lesson time) and two drafts writing an essay on text messages has affected my brain and put my scally mode. I can feel my brain dying, I want to dye my hair blonde and I seem to have picked up the words to the new Girls Aloud song. "I'm just a love machine!"

I seem to have a lot to do all the time. I had a whole heap of homework yesterday, but, y'know, didn't really do it because I'm a lazy cow and I had to go to the Division Meeting, where in some cases I was the younger by 40 years. Stupid stupid stupid Queen's Guide. Guess who's been signed up to organise Thinking Day? I've never actually done a genuine wibble before. I've said it, felt it, but never have I actually shook with fear.

"B...b...but no! Four A-Levels! Driving! Homebase! BSU! NOOOOOO!"

Oh dear. I think I don't have a choice.

So I came home from that and sulked a bit. No more homework was done that night.

Today was a long day, and the homework just piled up. After watching the end of one of the most messed up French films ever (and it was good - hurrah for failed French romance!) I went and finished off my history essay. Then I wrote up the beginnong of my coursework for English - considering that it isn't in until January, go me. And tonight, I came home and finished off that BLOODY essay which gave me physical pain.

Yay me. For the first time in a while, I have no homework. And I'm not even lying to myself about that. I've even finished my UCAS form, bar my Personal Statement. I feel all happy with life.

Not that everything is done; I need to do some BSU stuff, as always; we've decided on a big publicity stunt on Friday, so I need to talk to Dan about that. No doubt my homework will pile up again. But I'm feeling rather happy, talking to Simon and Rob.

Rhoberan Uthaen says:
We will! We're practically hero material already, what with our . . . um . . . perversions . . . and . . . er . . . cool logotypes.
Hathor says:
Dude, we're so spandex material.
Rhoberan Uthaen says:
!!!
Rhoberan Uthaen says:
We practically REQUIRE spandex now that you've said that.
Hathor says:
*wonders* Do you think we could get authenti gear with underpants on the outside made of spandex?
Rhoberan Uthaen says:
Well, we could get GEAR, but as for authenti . . .
Hathor says:
Ah well.
Hathor says:
CLAIM IT'S A WELSH TRADITION!
Rhoberan Uthaen says:
And yes, I'm sure the Welsh wore spandex ALL THE TIME.

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