T minus twenty hours.

Biology, ha, hahahahaha, ha, I know nothing.

I messed up a little bit, leading. Well, kind of. Everyone was really lovely and supportive though, which makes an enormous difference - and the [better] guitarist from the band came along and backed me up, for which I am so incredibly, indescribably grateful. I think I might have actually cried if he hadn't been there.

Let's think. Tomorrow is biology in the morning, and I have English language revision after school, so in the time between what should I do? Hmm. Probably literature, that exam is on Wednesday. Daaaaamn. Seamus Heaney is going to be the reason I fail my A levels. 

Someone told me something interesting today. There is a natural order in which we describe things, from which if we deviate it sounds wrong. It's called an "adjective hierarchy", for want of something better, and here is the order:

1. Opinion
2. Size
3. Age
4. Shape
5. Colour
6. Origin
7. Material
8. Purpose

It makes sense, when you think about it. In the unlikely event you bother attributing eight adjectives to a single noun, here is how you might describe Boris Johnson:

Boris Johnson is an entertaining, portly, middle-aged, humanoid, white-British  politician.

That was probably a bad example, I can't think of anything for "material" other than just "human". But it does make sense. Describing him as middle-aged, British, entertaining, a politician and portly just sounds wrong. This is what the whole of English language is to me - finding out that that thing you've been doing for years but never thought about actually has a name and a crapload of rules that, now you're aware of them, make you really self-conscious. I find myself deliberately flouting the maxims of conversation just to see how it messes with people I'm talking to, and I totally notice when someone's trying to assert their power with the language they use and I know how to crumble their authority and ahhh, it's so cool. 

I need to stop yanking my hair out.

On another, mildly interesting note, this is my ninety-ninth blog post, which means that my next will be my hundredth. Now that's weird. I've been doing this for almost a year, I think. Wait. Is it? Can't remember. Yeah, almost a year, I was on study leave for my GCSEs when I started blogging and now I'm on study leave again but ahhh. Weirdness.

Here is a picture of my nephew and myself in my back garden.