Had an advanced higher english exam today. Three hours. When I came out my hand was like a claw.
I really hate James Joyce - and the paralysis of irish society.
DIE BOOK DIE.
Also, dissected a rat today. For some reason they were not stored in formaldahyde. THEREFORE, the fat little bugger was rotting when we got it. Me and @staceyKERRRRR just couldn't do it, got to the point where we'd chopped it's head off, (with its innards sprawled across the table) and we had to chuck it out for fear of vomming over everything.
I swear I can still smell the insides of that rodent.
If i never smell rotting dead rat again, I will die a happy woman.
In future booths expect guest appearances from the rest of my birthday presents.
Anyway I should probably go to Duke Of Edinburgh now - got a really vague message from The Fraz through my sister - "the route cards on the laptop ask...this guy."
