I read some of my old journals, which I do for fun because I'm that kind of a lame person. They used to be cool. I feel like life has gone downhill under the intense stress exams, which kill me from the chromosomes out (DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN? WHO USES 'CHROMOSOMES' IN AN EVERYDAY SENTENCE?).
At least science is over, and now I can stop dying.
English and maths to go. Will I die? Will voices scream in my head when I need to think? Will I score poorly in maths and underestimate my english exam?
Yes, yes, and probably.

Have you seen Harold? Go look at Harold. He is your friend. I can't decide whether to give him to Nadine or Natalya (Nadine is a German and Natalya was the american indian, only Sarah will know) and I am leaning towards Natayla.

Tomorrow is the semi-epicallity of my aunty's birthday, my favorite aunty at that. I made her that gay cat thing. We also constructed a lovely box of candles and oils and towels and bathy things. We are just awesome like that.

Then the english exam, and then TUESDAY. Mum + Alice's birthday, and the maths exam. Then Saturday it is the EPIC DAY OF ALICE PARTY. Yeah. We're seeing that movie coming out this week. Something to do with moons and attractive people. And then it's my NCEA external. I have never done one before. Like, a proper actual exammy-situation one. Yikes.
Fuck my cat's awful. She got poo on my shirt today. And she just smells bad all the time. Her poo smells like vinegar and poo.

I'm going to bed now before I flop. Nighto.