Well well well!

Today was the firstday of the rest of my life! I started the beloved leaving certificate exam. Not having done any study yet its a bit late to start so I am stumbling into all my exams, blind and most likely drunk! But I dont mind! Sometimes I feel like the only leaving cert who isnt worried about this thing? Anyways, some dumbass in Louth handed out the wrong papers and paper 2 is cancelled till Saturday, which means my plans of getting trashed on Friday night are unlikely to happen, the department of education is so inconsiderate. I happened to be taking a small 4 hour nap when the news broke of the cancellation, woke up disorientated and hungry to find loads of missed calls and texts lamenting the cancellation. I was dazed and confused, disbelieving of the whole fiassco, but eventually I had to see sense. Surely all my friends, thousands of leaving certs on the internet and the national news station hadn't bonded togethor just to trick me?? Anyways, Im grand about it because apparently Theme or Issue hadnt come up on comparitive, the one Ive prepared the most so hopefully itll be on the new paper, but am completely fucked if Bishop dosent come up because as much as I do like Rich Bishop is the only one that has settled in my head.
Started my morning in a... confused manner. Felt like the day should seem like a bigger deal or something? Drove expertly out to Louisburgh, screaming along happily to all the songs. No one was in my vision as I pulled up outside, the school looked dead. I straddled into the building, sunglasses on and not wearing my uniform wondering if it was the right day?
I was hit by a swarm of people, nerves buzzing between them.
I think I pissed off the examiner, as she was busy scurrying to student to student, looking for me to sign my name whilst I was busy on the other side of the room talking appletini's and sunburn.
And how typical is it that I am the only freaking student in the entire exam hall that cannot see the freaking clock from my desk? I am narked about that.
My essay was alright, filled with verbs and emotions but I wasnt really feeling it. I know its npt my best piece ever, and it was total sap in envelope, writing about a stupid relationship and proposal. I know I write from real life experience, but jesus, if my life is as sappy as that I really must shoot myself in the face sometime soon.

GOOD DAY.