This week has gone disgustingly quickly. I'm on half term from 6th form and I'd swear I've only been off for 3 days but what do you know, it's almost Monday again. I love the way that no-one thinks "Ah, a week off. Let's give them a holiday." No, the rule is, "Ah, a week off. Let's cripple them with work and then bollock them if they don't finish it all." Obviously, because the only reason we have a h-o-l-i-d-a-y is to make more time to do work. Pah!

The last day before half term started, I was informed that I had to do: 3 Ancient History essays, 1 detailed plan for my English Lit coursework, as much of my Music composition as I could humanly manage along with harmony work and practice for a recording, the date of which is yet to be revealed. Oh and I should really be learning Latin vocabulary and the subjunctive verb endings, not to mention reading the Aeneid and preferably chunks of Tacitus.

*grumble, moan, whinge*

And I'm going to get horribly beaten at Mario Party tomorrow at my friend's. Oh the shame.