...well. I'm scared.

In less than twelve hours, I will actually have a set of GCSEs under my belt. Proper qualifications. That is mental.

Now I'm into that stage where you remember with acute precision every exam you ballsed up, and you begin to think things like, "Why, oh why, oh why, oh why did I harp on about JLS condoms in my RE exam? Am I mentally deficient? No one else glorified commercialised contraception, so why was it necessary for me? Why me? Why meee?" 

For the last couple of months, I've managed to block all monstrosities like that from my mind, until my irritatingashell pal Ben reminded me of my condom mishap yesterday, and it's been plaguing me ever since.

And the moral of the story is, don't listen to anything Ben says, and you'll be juuust fine.

Quote of the day: Richard Gere's a real hero of mine. Sting. Sting would be another person who's a hero. The music he's created over the years, I don't really listen to it, but the fact that he's making it, I respect that. [Hansel, Zoolander]