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2005-06-21 - 2:59 p.m.

Whoever says A-levels have been 'dumbed down' is a fool… ok, so even film studies students admit that their subject is a doss, but on the most part that doesn't apply.

People are doing better in exams these days not because they're easier, but because there's syllabus lists and school inspections to keep teachers on their toes, and teachers give the lists to the students so the students know what they actually have to revise about, and etc.

Not that my exams have gone badly (so far), but that's only because I crammed like Jesus at the last supper.

(Now some might question that simile. THINK AGAIN! If it was the last day before your crucifixion, you'd eat a hell of a lot wouldn't you? Just replace bread and wine with textbooks, and you have me. Sort of.
As an athiest, I know I'm not going to hell.
But I'd better move on before I dig anymore. :-P.)

Hedgehog doesn't seem to be talking to his girlfriend… she was standing around yesterday and they didn't say a word to eachother. I don't know if they're even going out anymore, but I don't want to ask in case he gets all offended and "of course we're still going out, why, did I not buy her flowers just last weekend?" etc. The fact he doesn't say a word to her probably indicates they are still going out, actually, judging on my own experience when I went out with him.

I danced with his girlfriend at a party a few weeks ago. Lovely girl. we'd never actually talked before, but she was drunk and so was I, and one thing led to another, and before I knew it…

No we didn't make out (ha). But there followed a bout of complaining about Hedgehog, which I attempted to be neutral about. It was rather surreal, and struck me as Hedgehog's nightmare scenario… a fact he confirmed later, as he mumbled drunkenly "Stupid Ex-Trufula! Why have you been talking to (Girlfriend)? I don't understand…" (direct quote).

Some people are so inept. I remember one time back in the day, I got so frustrated, that I tried to jump on his back to make him pay attention to me (trying to pull it off in a 'playful, charming girlfriend' way). Needless to say he got very annoyed. :-D. Ahh, good times. That was about 2 years ago now.

Oh dear and etc. I'm looking forward to uni, so that I can meet further people with whom I can build up my stock of embarrassing experiences, pseudo-love, and general ineptitude… and maybe some enjoyment, a little company, along the way. Because having Hedgehog as my only true relationship history, a very immature one at that, is just boring. It will be a crushing disappointment to me if I don't immediately metamorphose into a slut on arrival, surrounded by a posse (yes, a posse) of potential fuck-buddies. Then I'll become the owner of a tragic emotional history with which to bore strangers.

Not that I've had no-one to feel tragic about since Hedgehog, but nothing that could be called a 'relationship'.
"Don't worry," my dad said. "In my experience, you don't meet the love of your life until your mid-20s."

In conclusion, isn't shopping depressing? I don't understand the love of shopping as a passtime. It seems to invite altogether too much self-examination in a fitting room mirror, in which I think: This would look wonderful, if I had the proportions of that there mannikin… But meh. I'm too much of a perfectionist is the problem. Which means that come the summer ball, I'll have failed to find anything I'm satisfied with, and will end up throwing something together from the most feasible skirt-top combo I can find, plus borrowed shoes. For the second year in a row.

Hmm.

~T

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