Post Exam-ness

Exams are now officially over. Just over a week of last-minute revision and panic has now come to an end, and (unfortunately), there is little else to do other than spend time with hallmates. So this post is devoted to our first day of freedom.

Tuesday, 12th June
Exam in the morning, Games & Decisions. Goes ok, could have been better. Probably made a mess of one of the questions but was generally ok. Finished just gone 11, headed back to Cryfield with Chris, and it seemed quite strange to think that I had no more work to do this term. Was also exhausted and collapsed on my bed for a little while with Gwen, until we heard the words "Rootes breakfast". Then we got up and ran (a little way, anyways) to Rootes social to eat said Rootes breakfast...As usual it was disappointing, but undoubtedly greasy.

Following this, we piled into Rupey's car (it was literally piled, four of us in the back....extremely safe/legal!) and headed off to Tesco to buy food/drink in general. I bought two multi-packs of Iced Gems...mmmm....along with other foody things. We then headed back to halls and hung out in the kitchen for a bit, until we went outside to go slack-lining and to generally laze about in the sun.

Slack-lining, is in fact quite fun. The guys have been doing it for a while now, and it's kind of remininiscent of the beam for me - although I am unable to get on the line without someone helping me. I'm also pretty unable to do much other than stand still at the moment as well....I'm sure with practise it would all be fine!! We spent the entire afternoon doing this, until the tutor/warden of Hurst asked us to move away from the finalists' area since they're still studying for exams apparently. So we headed in to get ready to going to Varsity, people from downstairs came with us too which was pretty cool. Had fish cakes, and a treacle pudding, but for some reason didn't eat much of either. Following the meal we headed across the road and hung out in a very grassy field for a bit, the guys played a bit of football and we just generally chatted etc.

We headed back to campus and spent a little time inside before going to sit outside again with people from downstairs and played Word Association of all things, I helped Gwen fetch her laundry (I was very restless!!) and then spent some time in Radhika's room, and Pete & Gwen joined us. That was about it really, had a fantastic day which was capped off with a fantastic night....needless to say I'm pretty tired now (such a wuss you see..). I slept late this morning, then went to Coventry to peruse possible pirate costumes with Pete, Sarah & Gwen. And I ate chips with Sarah. All in all, a good day!

Aaaah, now to continue with my lack of work (hurrah!) and the fun and frivolties of our last couple of weeks of term!

Until next time, cya!

Breathe...It Won't Be Long Now

Don't blame me just because I am bored
I'm needy, I need to taste it all
Don't doubt me just because I am quiet
I'm thinking, thinking about it all

I'm helpless about the way of me
I'm thinking, thinking about it all
I'm sorting everything inside

I'm looking in the space
This time, this void
I'm making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
It's hard to be alone
(Breathe, breathe)
It won't be long now
(breathe, breathe)

See through me when I put up a fight
Like you to see the things I hide
Go deeper than I won't let you know
I'm frightened but I won't let it show

I'm helpless about the way of me
I'm thinking, thinking about it all
I'm sorting everything inside
I'm looking in the space

This time, this void
I'm making my way through the muddy minutes
The pull is in my muscle
The ache is in my bones
It's hard to be alone
(Breathe, breathe)
It won't be long now
(breathe, breathe)

Exams, Headaches and Excessive Chocolate Consumption

So, it is indeed that time of year: exam season. It is at this time that students across the country suddenly realise that they should have perhaps done that extra reading, or maybe spent a larger proportion of their time awake in lectures.

Of course, there are always those people who seem to breeze through exams without it affecting their cool, nonchalant enigmatic personas. I, unfortunately, am not one of these said enigmatic people. Instead, I spend my time worrying about how little I appear to know, thinking "what if such a question comes up?" or contemplating whether if I was to stay up for those few extra hours, would it be effective what with the reduced sleeping time (more on this later)...So, in essence, I just want to moan about exams. I used to be so good at taking them...what happened?!

To deal with this, I have naturally turned to the long-time, scientifically proven (by me) method of consuming excessive amounts of chocolate. Yesterday I acquired a rather spiffing box of Belgian choccies, a small thank-you token from my old neighbours. This evening, the rather spiffing box is empty. They did taste good, though. The sugar is great at giving me that boost...but then it runs out and I realise I need to eat more chocolate (such a shame)...so now I am chocolate-less, craving sugar and slowly falling asleep. How I am so tired is beyond me. After a dreadful two hour exam, through which my head was throbbing with the intensity of repeated sforzandos from an excitable brass band, I retired to my bed for a quick nap. Somehow, the 45 minutes which I had set aside for this nap quickly turned into a whole afternoon affair. But now I really want to sleep again, I can feel a headache growing....again....and am keen to avoid the disabilitating event that is the migraine. So here I am again, facing a dilemma. Do I stock up (again) on some sort of drug concoction and muddle through a couple of hours of revision before retiring to bed and inevitably sleeping in late and losing revision time tomorrow, or do I simply go to bed and spend half the night awake feeling guilty as I've done no revision today? I am not a decisive person, and I will no doubt spend a significant amount of time contemplating both options. Most likely it will result in me doing something completely different.

Perhaps I'll just buy some more chocolate.

Tray Bong: The Beginnings

Tray bong, tray tray bong.

Indeed these words are incredibly ridiculous but recognisable for their intents and purposes. Perhaps this is the reason that they stuck in my mind following the reading of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. A particularly absurd play indeed. It focusses upon two main characters, Estragon and Vladimir - confusingly also known as Didi and Gogo - who are inexplicably waiting for Godot. Who, or what, Godot is, I am yet to know. The plot appears to be quite repetitive and unexplicably uneventful. Two men are waiting, by a tree (or is it a shrub, or a bush?) for someone named Godot. They are unsure as to when he will arrive. The audience is unsure as to who he is, and why they need to see Godot. Are the characters even sure why they need to see Godot? I don't know. Who could Godot be? Immediately I think God - purely due to the similarities of 'God' and 'Godot'. Perhaps that's what is. Perhaps Beckett felt that through life we are all in fact just waiting for something or someone. Or perhaps he just felt he needed to write a play that didn't conform to theatrical norms.

I haven't read to the end yet, but maybe I will. It is here that I should perhaps mention that English is not the subject of my degree, but rather that of my friend Gwen - without her my sparkly new blog would not have this smashing title (and would in fact, quite possibly not exist). One evening we embarked on reading this play in an effort to assist towards her exam preparation. And maybe also to alleviate mine and Sarah's boredom.

So, tray bong...tray tray bong. My blog is begun, from here it can only grow...let's hope it will be tray bong!