Fascinations

Finally finished exams and school and every form of security that they had to offer me... forever.

Well, that was Thursday afternoon at 2:30; and the fact that this is being written three days later shows that even though I now have NOTHING to get me up in the mornings (something which originally scared the life blood out of me), I have managed to syncronise my heart beat with the seconds of the clock (..almost) and keep my post-end-of-my-life schedule full to the hour. So he we go. I hate the feeling of having a backlog of things to catch up on; it reminds me of school...

Thursday was FUN. The wash of emotions after the last word was written on the exam booklet - something which (hopefully) related to Hardy and Fowles - was incredible. Emma, Simi, Becca and I went for a 'coffee' in Wokingham afterwards and went into the park only to feel ridiculously out of place against all the 15 year old girls in Holt uniform and boys in Forest uniform. That used to be us every Wednesday afternoon in Year 10 and 11, and it was a surprisingly shock to realise that those fuzzy moonlit days had somehow slipped through our fingers. So we decided to hang in Marks & Spencer's instead - clearly where we now belong.

The evening was also eventful so let me take you quickly to my Facebook status (how now) to draw some light:

Lucy Fellows is tired and headache-y and lungache-y and jawache-y and eyeache-y. And is beginning to feel lost in an anarchic existence without limitations or grounding having completed her last exam 13 hours ago. Also, she enjoyed celebrations at Sakura; they played La Roux TWICE yumyumyumyum!

And extra attention paid to the latter part please, as let me remind you that La Roux is only in TWO DAYS! But indeed, Thursday night was I suppose as good as any end-of-exams celebration should be, accumulating most of the A Levelers in the Reading district.

So then there was waking up the next day which wasn't hard, albeit ever so slightly painful in the head region. Like a hammer hammering away at my skull, in fact. Anyway, I decided to run - in intervals - into Wokingham to stock up on some academic books to plaster my new Personal Statement with, and convince the universites that, in spite of my probable lower than expected grades, I have actually read a book in my life and that I do genuinely have many academic interests. Which of course, I do.

Anyway, Friday I got a lift home from the library but compensated by going to the gym with Dan later on in the evening. I thenceforth enlightened him to the world of Sims 3 (don't diss) and we surfed YouTube for Timaya, La Roux and 'Breathe Me' covers to fill the rest of the night. Saturday, I waited around for badminton in the afternoon with Jack which didn't increase my confidence in the sport whatsoever, and straight after that was GERMAINE GREER which was very insightful - her book 'Shakespeare's Wife' seems to be full of scrumptous social history and heavenly hypotheses about what life was like during the 16th century, and more importantly speculating on the real character of Anne Hathaway, which was fine by me. To know the man, look at his wife, they say, and indeed she has inspired me to conquer Shakespeare until my heart's content.

Well I'm bored now and beginning to waffle but LONDON tomorrow so yay! Night!