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smug. :-). 2005-06-15 - 4:39 p.m. Anyhow, it was English Literature, and 3 hours of scribbling, and I was happy. And I need to be happy, with all my exams, cause Durham have asked me for As, fussy buggers. But if I get a B in English after that essay it's the examiner's fault, not mine. Not that I'm overconfident…… ;-). So, that's that out of the way. Which means I can finally stop reading war literature… it's good stuff and all, but a bit heavy on the death, and violence, and etc. As me matey LittleGuy said: "That Wilfred Owen sounds like he was on the beach most days,". And that's what is called sarcasm. Example: http://www.english.emory.edu/LostPoets/Dulce.html. Yep, it's all fun and rainbows. I had a dream I was in the trenches last night. Was weird being back at school again, partly because it just felt so comfortable. I know the place so damn well, yet it already feels like the past…. I forgot how annoying the lower years are, even in the few weeks I've been away. Anklebiters. I settled with Ziggy and her friends at lunch (school dinner veggie curry, sloptastic). They talked about the rock festival… how they were tripping out, etc. (Not Ziggy, but her friends). They mentioned drugs a lot. Made me glad i don't do them… it's like, they don't feel they're having a good time unless they're off their heads on something, so it all becomes measured in those terms. People do the same with alcohol… I've never valued that stuff so highly. I can see the attraction of drugs– it's not like I look down on people doing them – but I can only see the attraction for other people, not for myself. Anyhow… Only history, biology and French to go. Walk in the park, right? :-|. ~T.
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