January 4th 2010 - Back to hell.

Seeing as it's now 00:12, it's technically the 5th, but whose gonna check up on that?
So, today saw my arrival back in the torture zone, and it was just as awful as I predicted.
My morning started at 6:30 in my attic bedroom where central heating has just malfunctioned completely; when it's cold the radiator doesn't work and when it's hot it decides to blast into life. Today, it was not only cold but it was BLOODY freezing! I'm surprised I made it out of bed. And then my hair wouldn't do what I told it to, just went totally AWOL on me: it looked like demon imps had ravaged it in the night without my knowledge.PLus I fell over on the way to my bus stop because the roads were so icy, thankfully it was early and still dark so no one saw me publicly humiliate myself, not that I don't do it enough already :)
It was really cool seeing all the guys from the bus again this morning too, I missed them over the break with all they're weirdness haha. It's pretty much just me and the guys now that Siriol's left, and Alma and Holly don't really talk a lot when they're on there... So I sorta become a man for about 45 minutes before and after school everyday: it's a lot of fun. They make me laugh so much haha, love 'em to bits.
Then we got to school and my mood just died altogether. It started with me drowning in all the usual "Oh my god, hey, haven't seen you in weeks, how was your holiday"s with a load of people who I didn't want to talk to anyway, but damn British politeness just keppt getting in the way. Meh, I know I'm a humbug... still it was kinda nice to see my group again, we didn't meet up at all in the holidays, "revision" just took over.
I had psychology 1st period, which was okay, we just did revision but it was on a topic that I don't really understand that well so it made me feel rubbish, and I started mildly stressing about the exam. Then I had biology, which was just more revision, luckily that was stuff I already knew. Unluckily sir told us that we would have a mock exam tomorrow (now today) just completely out of the blue, which I haven't revised for because I've been trying to do too many other things like my English coursework. My first draft is due in tomorrow (again, now today) and I've only written about 300 words. I'm really worried about that too, because I know I'll end up rushing it later on tonight (this morning) and it'll end up being crap. Thing is, I still have Miss Gregory, and I don't mean to sound pretentious but I've been pretty much the best in the class for the most part of this year, and she had high expectations for me from the last two years also, so I know she'll expect a huge amount. Well, I guess it's only first draft and I can improve it later, I should probably be doing that now, not blogging :S
Break just dwindled into nothing, which dwindled into double French. It was actually pretty good, did a debate on smoking and alcoholism and stuff.
Lunch just plain isn't worth a mention, apart from some random game called Peggle that my friend made me play on his iPod... it was pretty much just a crap version of pinball... :/
And the double literature, with dearest Mr Grimmet, how I adore that man, even with his new weird haircut and in his flu'ed-up state. It's sad how insane I am really, but you haven't met him.... I can't expect you to understand :P Even so, all through his lesson I was paniking about the huge work load I had to do (still have to do) and then Sylvia Plath just made me feel depressed and I found myself welling up. It was bizarre! Then at the end of the lesson, I kinda just hugged Son for ages 'cause she was there and I needed one, and bless him, he came up to me as I was leaving and was like "are you okay?" At which I nearly burst into tears, but somehow retained emotion and I sorta explained various parts of my huge stressness to him; he said that I could see him at any time if I needed his help or someone to talk to... OH MY GOD HOW SWEET IS THAT?! Love love love! And he definitely does not have a child :D Nor does he want one... double :D I might go an bawl on him tomorrow and tell him about Gregory's essay and how I just haven't had time, then again I might bawl on her... but she'd probably slap me and tell me to get a grip.
Critical Thinking after that... in which I did no thinking whatsoever! I just looked at the birds out the window, momentarily wished I could fly (away from my serious issues that is) and then can't recall any other thought in the 50 minutes I was in the lesson for. Oh well, it doesn't matter what grade I get tehe.
ARGH! It's now 5 to 2 in the morning, and I've only written about a page... so, tired, must, work. Sob, screw it, I'll just stay up all night, it'll be fine :S Should probably be getting on with this now though.
Your insomniac friend...
Laterss xx