Revision?

As a sixteen year old and GCSE student, I think that i am entirely entitled to ask the following question: what the hell is up with all of these god damn exams and why the hell do i have to revise for them? I mean, yes better life chances and blah blah blah, but really, does anyone care that the prehistoric man thought that headaches meant that evil spirits were tapped inside your brain? And revision! Why do we have to do exams, like teenagers don't already have enough to worry about!

Okay, maybe that isn't quite fair to say, yes, i probably do need to revise if i really want decent grades, which i do, because lets face it... can you imagine what mother would say if I got anything less that what is expected of me? Can you imagine? Well you don't want to. So here I am, tweeting, blogging and watching Lord of the Rings. Again. Instead of do the well loved revision for my exam on Tuesday. I know its terrible and I have no excuse other than the fact that I am tired. Yes, tired, my only excuse and it just so happens to be pitiful and worthless, so lets face it, I have no excuse at all.

On a lighter note, my English Lit exam should be something I'm looking forward to... I'm not, but I'm supposed to be! Brilliant. Damn man, I am one pessimistic person. Weekends don't seem to be long enough, I just feel drained all the time. How is it that in TV programs, the teenagers have time for all that romance and fighting and partying and all that other bullshit and still have time to revise and do their exams? Do they take uppers to keep them going? How do they find the time? Maybe I'm being a little over dramatic, and i emphasize the word "little" but I am so damn tired. Have you ever had that feeling when all you want to do is just waste a whole day by drinking hot tea, eating chocolate, watching a film and dosing in and out of sleep? Well that's what I want to do, but every time I go to shut my eyes all I see are revision guides!

Why is it that I have to learn all this stuff anyway? You don't see elves going to school for twelve years of their life, and they seem to get by alright. What? Are they born knowing the capital of Peru?

On a real lighter note though, my mother is back from London, baring gifts, doughnuts to be precise. Well, Krispy Kremes  if you want to be super accurate. Which, might i add to those that have never tried them, are the nicest doughnuts in the world. All righty then, I will stop my pathetic and quite honestly boring yammering on about my boring life and my boring revision, i should probably, eat my doughnut and just get on with it. And watch Lord of the rings, this half is almost over though, which is a bit of a downer, I will, however, see what is on tv or go to sleep, or maybe i will even read a revision guide! What fun!

I don't suppose that I will be blogging for a while, maybe in the half term if anything super interesting happens. Or anything remotely interesting, because lets face what is super interesting?

Right, i am going to read the hobbit tonight, because I can! Woo hoo!