Alright, I have a confession to make. Despite personally acknowledging that I would have to push all distractions to one side, and knuckle down for the exam which was yesterday morning at a quarter past nine, I maybe a teeny wee bit....didn't push them aside. I really really didn't. (Only kidding Grandma!)
On Sunday my family that live over in England came over for a week and were staying at my Aunty and Uncle's in Killinchy on their first night, so we were invited to have dinner and stay the night with them. I debated with momma bear whether or not the family should be graced with my presence, as I knew this would be cutting hours out of my "revision". I came to the conclusion that I had best give it a miss, and stay on my own in the house with my face planted in my History file. Two minutes later though mum had gone all out and remarkably convinced me to come with herself and my sister. It could be argued that persuasion had never been seen like this example, and it seemed that only a miracle was going to turn me into going. The mind-blowing words she used, were "Are you sure you want to stay? Will you actually revise?". And that was that. Before I knew it we were headed in the car for the Carsons' household.
Although I did bring a bag with my file and all my history revision notes (I made up the revision notes part, I sound less of a waster) with me, the bag was never opened. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of giving into peer pressure (more like family pressure) and was persuaded to join the "Just Dance 2" battles that were ongoing in the living room with the Nintendo Wii. Well boy do I regret that decision. Not only did I not revise during this period of time, but I was beaten not once, but twice by my little cousin. My cousin's age shall rename unknown to the public, for my pathetic sake. I don't think the few beers that I consumed would have helped matters, but I shan't make excuses up... I am a rather feeble "Just Dance"r, and in my Aunty Mo's "wise words", "Robbie, if you ever want to impress the girls at a party, don't volunteer for Just Dance!". I firstly thought to myself, "Jeez, thanks, sure rub more salt in the wound here!" - as if the whole family watching my woeful attempt to beat JoJo (twice) wasn't bad enough - before thinking "Why in tap-dancing Christ would I be playing this at a party?"
This resulted in me wetting myself on Monday whenever we returned home at lunch time - yea mum wasn't best pleased about that, massive puddle right in the hall - realising I hadn't worked anywhere near enough for my History Paper 2. So, me being me, still didn't even work hard throughout the day. In fact I didn't really get me ass into gear until about 7pm, shortly after eating my delightful stuffed (with fucking sexy cheese) crust pizza topped with Pepperoni for dinner.
It was then when I remembered how I had spoken to a dear friend of mine a few days ago, when he described a certain "tactic" that he had tried before a Biology exam. This "tactic" was to go to bed at about 9pm, before getting up at 2am for a long period of cramming prior to getting ready to go to school and sitting the exam in the morning. I then thought to myself, "The time has come." I then went and made a cup of tea, before phoning my fellow mad man to verify that the system had worked, and that he was actually able to sit the exam without falling asleep. It was all systems go at his end of things, so I hung up and set the alarm for "02:00". It was all or nothing now.
I was awakened by the painful echoing of my alarm, so I stumbled out of bed but this was even too much for a maniac like myself, and I didn't even have much choice in hitting "SNOOZE", my body wasn't letting anything else happen. I gladly jumped back into my pit, before being woken up again...which literally felt like two seconds after I had hit snooze. So much for a "snooze", bloody creators of that shitty button. I did make it out of my room this time around, and I quickly (there was no time to be lost) grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom to shower.
Sitting reading over / making notes at 03.30am was something I had never done before.. and something I actually don't intend to do again. I was actually surprised at how awake I felt during the whole period, and at how quickly the time passed. Turns out there actually wasn't enough time to get through it all, so I gambled and left "insignificant" sections out. 08.00am soon came around and I had to quickly change into my uniform, brush my teeth, do my hair and be ready to leave as my lift was due any minute.
My friend and I entered school and walked to the "Careers Library" which pretty much should have been called the "Freak Out Zone Before History Paper Two". The constant negative murmurs didn't help my nerves, and so I opted to sit with one of my good pals and discuss how it had actually crossed my mind to rehearse fainting. This way, if I opened up the paper and shat bricks, I could put on a pretty awesome performance which would be worthy of an Oscar, fooling the examiners into thinking I had "fainted", which could mean I wouldn't possibly do the examination. See, shouldn't I have done that?
Yes is the answer. The paper was a bitch, but I gave it my all. We will see what the outcome is.
I have realised something recently. I absolutely adore music. I have always had a real passion for it, but holy hell - I actually don't think I could live without it! I know that is such a cliché statement, but I really mean it. I listen to hours and hours of music every single day. I listen to it doing everything - from walking my dogs, to showering, from browsing the computer like a loner, to chillin' in my room. I just flipping love music, and just as I was going to begin writing this entry, somebody linked me to a wonderful piece of music, in which I felt privileged to listen to. I will try placing this video below, so give it a listen. Adele - I applaud. :)
I have now done two exams, and have two remaining. English Shiterature is in 2 weeks tomorrow, so I have a bit of relaxation time after the agonies of History, but it feels good saying that I shall never have to look at History again in my life, but in fact I will make History in future years - watch this space! Haha.
Numerous people in my school year have had birthdays in recent days, and are therefore going out in celebration tomorrow night, as we are currently in a period in which a lot of people like myself have a tiny break from exams, luckily for us. In fact, it is actually quite like a mini-summer. (Only kidding Grandma!) I will be getting picked up by a friend, before going to Louis' house for a BBQ with other amigos, whilst we appropriately knock back a drink or seven, before jumping on a bus to Belfast. I think the plan is to go to a bar for a few pints, before going to Box Nightclub. Box is hard to beat on a good night, and as a lot of people I am friendly with will be in attendance tomorrow, it is surely bound to be one to remember. Touch wood.
To avoid sleeping into embarrassing times of the day again tomorrow, I think I shall head to my pit now. Being a sloth is bad Robbie, bad, bad, bad.
P.S. I am eating a chocolate and hazelnut Cornetto at the moment, it is outstanding.
(I'm publishing this at 1.06pm the next day, silly computer went and crashed on me last night. Don't worry, I'm not a freak going off to bed at lunch time.)
P.P.S. I made a facebook page this time yesterday, and just as I'm writing this it has 4,141 likes, sorry, 4,163 - I refreshed. Not bad for 24 hours eh? Surely I'm a god? But yet, some individual had the cheek to say I was sad getting excited about this... AHH just refreshed again. 4,180 likes now. Ok, maybe they have a point.