I am currently in the thick of my A Levels, Take Two. I had Physics Paper 1 on Tuesday. It was aevil, but everyone found it that way, so I'll spare you from the teerz of blud.

I had History Paper 1 today and got rather nervous. When my shaking hands finally managed to open the exam paper, the first sentence I wrote was, "In First World War the Russia food supplies were." So I'm very glad I had a chance to reread my answers and make slightly more sense out of them. Other than that, it was ok.

Monday 14 June 1999

Ha ha! I had my final History exam ever today! With a bit of luck, I didn't write too much Zobo Creat. My notes were full of it. Unsuccessful policies were denoted by "No yoj". Scary policies were suffixed by "Heech!" Good policies were suffixed by "Keweliez!" Never mind "Bismarck wabted to control teh Socialists." I didn't quite go as far as "Disraeli loved foreign policy. It was his starboi", but it was close.

I realised today just how much I like Gladstone and dislike Disraeli. I hope the examiner isn't Conservative.

"Are you going out on Thursday?" I asked Smill. Most people finish their exams that day - tis the final Chemistry and Geography exam I believe - and are therefore going out to celebrate. I don't finish until the following Tuesday, but a celebration's a celebration.

"I want to, but I need somewhere to stay," she said, subtle as always.

Well, I don't know where I'm staying, either. If I go. If my parents pick me up, it'll be at eleven pm or something equally unviable. If I get a taxi, it'll be about twenty quid which I Don't Have.

I just hope Marion's going . . .

Phoned Marion. Engaged. Phoned Smill. Told of plans or lack thereof. Phoned Marion. No answer. Blarg. At this rate I'll be sleeping in the entrance to Tesco with a scank dodgy PC . . .

Tuesday 15 June 1999

Psychics is over! Not quite as over as History is, since I'll probably have to do some at *fingers crossed* university. (btw, *fingers crossed* university has a particularly good computer science department, not to mention splendiferous night life in the totally bangin' town of *fingers crossed*. You can visit its webpage here.)

But nevertheless, my back snapped in two as I lugged all my beloved text books that I've never opened across to the Psychics lab. The Psychics department has lost the best sixth form it's ever had. No one will score as highly in the astrology section as we did!

Ok, so there wasn't an astrology section. Or astronomy, for that matter, which was a good thing, because it wasn't on the silly bus.

The exam was ok. I finished it in about an hour with two hours to spare. If only I could have kept that extra time for usage in the Maths exams.

Oh, shut up Zed. They don't want to know about your exams. Neither do you. They're over. For near six days, anyway. YOJ!

I need to get some fish food. I haven't fed the fish in a week. However, they're all healthy as horses, which is slightly worrying, since they're only supposed to be as healthy as fish. Unfortunately, I don't think I am in a financial position to purchase any fish food. There are approximately four pounds on the shelf in my bedroom, which aren't mine, and fish food is probably about five pounds now. (It's been ages since I bought any.) Angst is me!

This is even worse than talking about exams, isn't it?

Isn't it terrible when you say something totally unfunny and then you can't stop laughing about it? Last night, while played Bloxed with Noj (thus avoiding revision), I said, "My mock exams were pimps." 'Pimps' as in the childish word for 'easy'. But I added, "Well, not literally", in case another meaning crossed one or more minds. Then I started giggling like a total lunapath.

I still want to go out on Thursday, but the situation looks not good at all. Marion isn't going, therefore I am considering about the relative merits of Carlisle station and Tesco. (It's open all night now, so I could stay *inside*!) But I'll shut up now, because unless any of you have a secret dwelling in the Carlisle area that you're not telling me about, there isn't much you can do about it.

Thursday 18 June 1999

Today, I observed that one of my fish has died. Mimph. Just when I thought the fish quantity had stablised. It probably over-ate after a week of starvation. I know for a fact that people enjoy reading about the adventures of people not their pets. But the fish have all the fun. Week long famines, death, whatever next? The stripey one and the brown one get married? I saw them kissing each other a while ago . . .

Monday 21 June 1999

Had Maths exam. It was ok. Roe agreed. Unfortunately he only managed complete 75% of it.

Monday 28 June 1999

Yesterday morning, on the phone, Marion asked me, "When do we get our exam results?"

"Don't you know that?" I asked, "Tut tut."

"No," she said. "Everyone's been asking me, but I don't know when it is."

Today, on the phone, Will asked me, "When do we get our exam results?"

"Don't you know that?" I asked. "Tut tut. It's the 19th August."

"Well, I knew it was sometime around then . . . the 17th or the 18th . . ."

On the phone to Chris N, he said, "We get our exam results in five weeks."

"No we don't. More like eight weeks."

"Oh, all right then."

And on ICQ to the other Chris, I typed: "Neither Marion, William nor Chris N knew when we got our exam results."

"When do we get our exam results? Is it the 14th?"

Does it really mean so little to all these people? Or have they just not got memories for utterly pointless information like I have?

I spent a good portion of today phoning people, in an attempt to organise Wednesday's outing. I'm going to the cinema with Marion, you see, but when I suggested we went out in Carlisle afterwards, she agreed, but only if I found some other people to go with. And so, the calling commenced.

First Will. We had a conversation that was cut short by an incoming call; he said he would phone me back later, but hasn't. Geen. Anyway, he's willing to go out.

Next, I phoned Les. She's going out, but with a load of psychology-doing people, not us.

Then Chris N. He was fairly indecisive, as always, but hopefully he'll talk to Will or Chris in the next day or two, and a decision will be reached.

Then, after half an hour of wandering around my mother's bedroom psyching myself up, I dialled the other Chris's number. Since the line was engaged, I went online, and there he was. And so was Twi. So we talked. For the next two and a half hours. Gloops. Ning came online too, and we talked for the first time in ages.

Anyway, Chris is willing to go out, and he is supposed to be phoning me tonight, but he hasn't yet.

Then I phoned Helen Wi. She was going to be in London.

Then I phoned Helen G. She is willing to go, but now I feel the need to invite Joanne, and this involves Marion finding her number.

Then I phoned Alice. I got her sister.

Then I phoned Helen Wo. I got her mother.

Then I phoned Natalie. I got her mother too.

Then I ran out of people to phone, so I called my mother and informed her of the state of the plan.

So now I'm waiting for a load of calls. Remind me not to attempt to organise anything again?