The lady doth protest too much, methinks

I always tell myself that Friday 13th is only unlucky if people believe it to be so. So I maintain that it's a lucky day, because if I say so it'll work that way, right?

Friday. Biiig fuckoff argument with boyfriend.

Hm. The only way I can see it is that it was lucky in that it did work out ok in the end and we're all right now. But then that's just sort of the badness ceasing, not an actively good thing.

Hmph. I am quite disillusioned with my attempt at serendipity.

I got tagged..though not electronically, you'll be pleased to know.

1. What I was doing 10 years ago:
10 years ago I was at primary school, probably not doing very much.

2. What 5 things are on on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):
find a darned pianist for this music exam of mine.
try and cajole/pester my mum into actually sending off a cheque to pay the beginning of this new instrument I've got.
have the customary trivial argument with boyfriend.
write personal statement for UCAS application.
put clothes away that are currently languishing on my chair.

3. Snacks I enjoy:
salt'n'vinegar anything, hot chocolate and hovis digestives, pain au chocolat, err...most other things that have either high quantities of E numbers or are otherwise very bad for you.

4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire:
build myself a couple of houses, get a pilot's license (and plane!), get a couple of nice cars, maybe a horse, oh and lots of pretty clothes

5. Places I have lived:
London, Bury, Horsham, Itchenor, Amberley, Walberton

I tag:-
Bearcub
Becky-Speyer
kevinwilson
Znethru
jackfrost

My left hand is all painful and swollen up in the middle. The worst part is I didn't even hurt it doing something heroic, or in an accident. I wilfully beat up my left palm to gain all-important coins playing Mario Party on N64 earlier. Stupid painful minigames. Grinding your hand round and round on the analogue stick is the only way to turn it fast enough to win, but it also effing hurts. Three! Three turning games in a row! Where the hell are health and safety when they might actually be useful, eh?

And why the hell am I blogging at 25 past midnight?

Oh yeah. Because I don't have to get up tomorrow morning, because I've FINISHED MY EXAMS!!
Until next year, that is. But that'll do for the present. It's a pity that you only appreciate sleep when you've finished doing it.

Oh God I need to sort out my accompanist for grade 8. I was supposed to somehow contact her and ask her if she can do the day they've given me; being a teacher at school she might very well be teaching at 10am! Stupid Associated Board. Stupid hard exam that I actually have to practice for. Stupid Mozart writing stupidly hard horn concertos. Chris'll kill me for not ringing him back.