Here I am. This post is evidence that I survived the English exam. What can I say... Not having to analyse another text in my life? It feels... good. Yeah. Screw vocabulary. Good is a good word.

The exam itself wasn't terrble, but it wasn't great either. Didn't like the questions, and there wasn't any flow in my writing. Maybe it was just the exam setting. But that's over now.

Tomorrow I have two exams, the only day I have two (Spec maths paper 1 and school Biology). Followed by Uni Bio on the day after. (Tuesday, which happens to be Cup Day, generally a holiday in Melbourne -.-")

Strangely as I came out of the English exam, everything felt sort of numb and emotionless. Should have felt a bit more than that, but I think I sort of leaked emotion into my exam paper to the point I didn't have much left after. Which should be a good thing. Maybe.

I haven't been stressed this whole weekend, taking it easy, revising at a comfortable pace. Then last night I started to panic. I'm still panicking.

Was up till 3am last night trying to get some Uni Bio notes going, and I would have gone for longer if my whole street didn't have a power outage -.-". Such a mess up of my plans. Sigh. Thuderstorms.

So, you ask, if I'm panicking so much, why am I here and not studying?

And I would reply, that's an astoundingly valid point.

Until the next hiatus between exam barrages.