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Bah. My Psion ran out of juice already. No NaNo for me today. (I'm beginning to dislike our current crop of rechargeable batteries - despite being meant to be better than the last set, they only seem to work for a couple of days, whereas the others would last for weeks. I'm not sure if it's the fault of the batteries or because I've been using the Psion more, though.)

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Every time I have a Pure maths lesson, it reminds me just how bad I am at Further Maths. I'm not sure I even *want* to go to Cam (where I will have to do lots of nasty maths) if maths is this horrible and painful to deal with.

I also have chocolate and pen marks all down my jumper, and my hair is a mess. I look like a complete slob. And I'm not even intelligent enough to get away with it. (Points at paragraph above for all those people who insist that I am intelligent.)

And I still have no UCAS offers from anyone, and no interview dates. It looks like I'm probably going to be cancelling the Christmas holidays for revision purposes, too. I'm not meant to have to revise! Grr!

You have no idea how many times I have refrained from punctuating this with all the swear words that are prolifically scattered throughout the same thoughts in my mind. I am not a happy Chessypig.

I haven't even got any acknowledgement of anything from Jim, but I'm scared of sending him another email because he might think I'm being pushy or impatient.

Bah. Why can't I stop caring about things?

http://www.fuali.com/bold_words.aspx?story=Fairy_Tale

( Pointless meme with too many caps... )

http://www.mit.edu/storyfun/l

( Whee. )

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Am bad girl.
NaNo word count for today = zero.
Putzing around online levels = high.
Random stress about maths, to point of parents threatening to ring school = high.
Equally random outbreaks of tears = high.
Urge to use Bad Words and do other such random stuff just because I *can* = astronomical.
Abject stupidity levels = entirely off the scale.

Bah. I'm going to London with $RANDOMCHURCHPEOPLE tomorrow. That should make me (miserable/annoyed/happy/less stupid/less depressed/more depressed/increasingly random/more disaffected/less disaffected/completely stupid) some other type of feeling. But I haven't a clue what.

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Listening to Radiohead is cheering me up, for some unidentifiable reason. I suspect being too tired and online-fuzzled to think straight probably is too. And talking to people.