... So we're DONE WITH PAPERS!!!!

...no we're not actually. Not at all. We've still got two Literature papers and two Economics papers, which works out to 3 hours + 3 hours + 2 hours 15 minutes + 2 hours 15 minutes = ....oh idk, not touching my GC again, ever. From now on, I will deign to do Mathematics only in times of absolute necessity and fantastic sales.

I am truly glad this week is over, though- because it has been torture. (...ah, the generation of the Hyperbole... LOOK CAMBRIDGE I KNOW MY LITERARY DEVICES A PLEASE!)

The worst part by far, though, was studying for History. So much for the Humanities being Humane they are NOT. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Try studying Theme 3 (Arab-Israeli, RF, Indo-Pak) for 7 hours at a go (if you're an A-Leveller; you probably already did this, or more). There are some things even really good Christmas music and a hot chai tea cannot make better.

Another reason I'm glad the past week is winding down is because I've realized studying for As is kind of like hovering in a permanent state of PMS. Which sucks, because, y'know, I don't PMS. But I do have to study.

Point to prove case: I got back home yesterday evening, and my dad gives me a (or so I thought) accusatory glance and goes, "...I hope you're not going to be going out every night"

and I just BURST into tears. Right there, without any provocation. Going out? Every night? What is he talking about the last movie I've *gone out* to watch was probably...... I don't know; it's been that long.

Dad then goes, "...I just want you to be studying, darling". And in between looking at him with hurt, teary eyes and attempting to salvage my eyeliner wingtips from smudging i wail back, "...but I HAAAAVE been studying" and burst into a fresh round of tears.

God. I am such a brat sometimes.

So thank you, everybody, for putting up with me over the past few weeks. I'm actually pretty surprised I still have a house and a boyfriend.

Now: Onward to Lit. It'll be another cosy session @ starbucks tomorrow, with Erik (who can no longer be my little sister's Braces role model because his teeth are now perfect, and white, and straight! I hope he doesn't get prettier than me; that might take my megalomaniac complex down a few notches)

and then Lit on Monday. I'm going to do what I can and not worry excessively about it- because

1) I realize I only really do well when I'm enjoying myself and not taking myself too seriously. When I get too much into it and study myself into a frenzy, I end up epic failing anyway. (evidence: Math)

2) When in doubt for Wuthering Heights; just throw in a couple of words like "elemental passion" and "unwavering resolve" and "leaves reader with disquieting lack of resolution" and you'll probably hop up a few marks or two

3) Wilde probably never meant us to take him that seriously anyway.

So cruise into the wilde.

And if all else fails---- follow that wise old adage; and "keep calm, ramble on".

That's how most modern poets get famous.