Arrrrrrrrgh.

My life is filled with hard things (WINK WINK) until the sodding 27th of June.
Here are the hard things in order:

Monday: My AS level French mock oral, which I am FUCKED for.
Wednesday/Thusday: My actual Art GCSE. Have I done enough work? No, of course I bloody haven't.
Friday: Go to France for an exchange. Everyone is gonna discover my secret; I actually know no French. It's gonna be so awkward/embarassing/painful. And then the Frenchy gonna come over here to visit later on. Grrph.
This is then followed by the rowing trip. WHICH IS GOING TO BE SHIT. It really will. I hate rowing so much; it has screwed up my social life, my sense of internal balance, my karma, and my hands. I go into long periods of depressed silence, purely because of rowing. Cunts. And I can't quit, because there are only just enough people as it is, and if I left, I would be screwing over seven other people. Damn you, conscience. Oh, to be Homer Simpson.
So yeah, when rowing camp is over... BAM. End of holidays. Overall, I will be spending less than half the holidays at home. I LOVE HOME. Being at home, and warm and comfortable, is my idea of heaven. I don't like being abroad, on a freezing rowing lake being yelled at by angry russians. Well, only one russian in the boat club, and he's not angry. Sort of drugged up and hyper instead but STILL.
Then, ZAMMO. Into revision for GCSE's. According to Frazer, we are meant to do 3 hours a day for every day of the holidays. HA. HA HA. Yeah, like that's likely to happen even if I was in the country.
And then, the actual GCSE's, which I will probably fuck up, as is my skill.
In the middle of those is the National School's rowing thing, which we will LOSE as our boat keeps getting screwed by the higher powers. This year's decision: Ooh, I know, let's make a TOP J16 FOUR! Yeah, nice one. So that means that the eight, which I'll be in, gets fucked up, as usual? Whoopety fucking doo.

So basically, I'm pissed off with life. Especially rowing. Oh well, in a while my depression will be over.
When I say 'a while', I mean 'when the Summer holidays begin'. Man, the Summer is gonna be so sweet. AND NEXT YEAR WILL BE A DOSS. I mean it. English Lang, English Lit, French, and History. Hahahahhahaha. I CAN THROW AWAY MY CALCULATOR. Yayyyy. And thats a good thing, cos I broke it on Friday. I was bored with the DAMN SIMPLEX METHOD so I stabbed it with a compass, but I miss-aimed and managed to land it in a crack next to a button, and break the circuit board thing. So now when I type out a number, it misses out the middle few digits. I can no longer write BOOBIES backwards on the screen. For shaaaaame.

Oh, and one more thing:

Hitch is a piece of shit. Do not go and see it.

Wew.

Zombie killer: Rope.