| Diary Of A Wimp Move over Bridget Jones and Adrian Mole, I'm much more interesting than you, AND I'm real so there. |
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| Diary Archive: 15th May 2002 - 10th January 2003 24th February 2003 So, back to college after the half term and does it feel like we ever left? Does it hell! It's really not fair. Don't they think we have enough problems already, what with juggling music, drama, job and boyfriend without them just going and chucking bloody speaking examinations and mock exams on top? It's just not funny any more. I'm really considering drastic action to combat the incredible strain college is putting on me. Like running away to Russia. Or hiding in a hole with stones concealing the entrance. Or joining the circus. Or getting a new job as Kelly Osbourne's body double. The possibilities are endless. 13th March Beginning the long downward spiral into madness. Am having a mental breakdown. What with a 2000 word essay on Ophelia in 'Hamlet', language mock exams (which I still have done absolutely no work for), university open days and the impending war, can it be any wonder that I'm starting to show the strain? The essay worries me in particular, have written a fair bit of it and inside my head it is fairly sophisticated and coherent but I have the nagging feeling that a lot of it is complete balls, probably in reality consisting of my name (misspelt), a list of people I want to kill and some Black Box Recorder lyrics. Feel I am turning in the manner of Ophelia herself which can never be a good state to be in - look what happened to her? She ended up floating down a stream in a big dress. Although she did probably look like Kate Winslet which must be some consolation at least. Beginning to wonder if college and the strain I am under is all fake, simply a plot by MI6 (or some such organisation in manner of the Agents in "The Matrix") to observe me and see if I am strong enough to join their ranks. It's not particularly amusing, people. I never did any harm to any of you and you should just let me curl up and watch Eastenders and eat pasta. 8th April Went to a German Conference today at Birmingham University. How nice. Let's all sit here in a freezing cold hall and be talked at about Der Arger Zwischen Jung Und Alt as if we didn't know enough about that already? Kept myself entertained by plotting to kill The Man Who Lies (one of the lecturers - told us all women gained the vote in Britain in 1918! The cheek of it!) and planning escape routes from aforementioned hall involving organ pipes, the light fittings and a piece of steel rope. Actually, it wasn't quite as bad as all that. The amount of lecture I could understand was heartening (maybe I'm not quite as thick as I thought), and afterwards we went shopping and I bought some new shoes. Some lovely impractical brown ones with four-and-a-half-inch heels and platform soles. They make me about six foot one-and-a-half inches and will be absolutely cracking for summer. I now have approximately 20 pairs of shoes, by no means too many, alright? Alright, so there are now children in Iraq that, thanks to the most dangerous man in the world (and I do not mean Saddam) now have not only no shoes but no feet to put in them if they did but... Oh dear. 16th May Oh dear. Sitting here eating chocolate biscuits now, feeling quite a lot of a failure. I failed my driving test. The tester was so horrible! He ticked the box saying he had to give "Verbal Explanation", even though he kept explaining things whether I wanted him to or not! He just thought I was thick! And it was pouring with rain, so that put me off. And 8.40am was not the time I would have liked to be driving about being tested - can you say "rush hour traffic"? And worst of all - the man had a beard! Anyway, I'm just hating everyone, most of all myself, at the moment so just stay away. Something has fallen over in my house so I'm off to see what it was. 10th June Me exams are over! Hah! No more exams! Well, until my A levels anyway! So I've had a few days to recuperate. This is a wonderful time because we just don't have to do anything. No college! No studying! So in the meantime I've done some lovely things like, erm, going to work and, ahem, arguing with my boyfriend. I've got to save up some money anyway - although I've paid for my Glastonbury ticket, and my ticket for Radiohead in November, it'll cost me �40 to actually get to Glastonbury. i'm meant to be booking the tickets but the online-booking-website thingy doesn't actually take Solo (i.e. my debit card) which is a bit of an arse. And I've got to have money actually at Glastonbury to pay for noodles (that's what people eat at Glastonbury!) and all the hippy clothes I will buy and subsequently never wear. Anyway, I've got something like 19 hours until I have to be back at college so I'm off to make the most of it and erm... go to work again. |