We’re captive on the carousel of time

I don’t have much time to make an entry cos I’m running of to Kath’s to stay the night – Kentwell tomorrow – and looking forward to maximum D & A bitching.

But just in case I don’t get enough, I’m going to quickly slip some in here. Diane is so mean. I got my AS resit grades back, and ok, I could have perhaps done (significantly) better. I got two D’s for maths, one of which was a resit and one which was a first time round exam. So I’m going to resit the one which was first time round. So no big deal. I got a C for chemistry, which while I wasn’t over the moon is an improvement on my D I got last time. And I got a bloody A for biology – which is fantastic and I’m so pleased with myself, because it brings my overall grade up to a B. But no. Diane did the whole ‘lets-ignore-the-good-part’ and told me that she felt like I was ‘taking her for a ride’. What the hell? Taking her for a ride?? What has she got to do with my exam results. She told me that I wasn’t working and she felt like I was letting her down. She then brought into the argument the money which she’d given me towards my gap year. If she’s going to bring it up and guilt trip me about it in every argument we have, then she can just have it back. Bah. That’s what I say about the matter.

But it’s not all doom and gloom. Today was lovely and sunny and I walked to Holloway with Rose, Rachael, Amy and Aggers. Which was nice. And had a huuuge cream slice for lunch. Which was bad but I don’t care. And tomorrow I’m going to Kentwell, so a lovely day in the countryside, and I get to see Kath and Daniel, and all is well. Well, nearly all. I’m still not speaking to Diane. I haven’t seen her since Wednesday night, and I won’t get to see her till tomorrow, when I intend to go out and get exceedingly drunk at some party at the cricket club (don’t ask) where there will apparently be a free bar. Fingers crossed. And then boil peas in different types of water to see the different effects. The joys of food science. I wonder if it’s ever been attempted while drunk. Rose was telling me about her GCSE technology mock, which she took while being very stoned. Apparently she remembers not being able to write – and getting her paper back afterwards was just like, what? But she managed to get an A.

I’m loving Joni Mitchell songs at the moment, but ssh, don’t tell Rose, because I hate all music she likes, on principle. And she’s totally in love with Joni Mitchell…

lots of love

Em

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