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The price of cheese and other such rubbish.

I say rubbish, I'm sure to some people the price of cheese is an interesting topic of conversation - if you are that person, I apologise for using your epically awesome topic subject interest thing as my example of supposed rubbish but it's nearly midnight and I am, quite frankly, a little tired.

This blog is going to be a little bit of everything. And by that I mean a bit of me complaining about my inability to revise, my love for procrastination (which seems to increase a tenfold around exam time), Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. They should technically be in italics but I cannot. be. bothered. Oh and I might talk about the Saturday which happens to be approaching very, very quickly! But I may fall asleep before then to grow too tired or catch typhus... or something.

I make timetables, I plan, I have everything sorted, I feel productive and then, and then, aaaaand then: I do nothing. Well, that's a little bit of a lie - because I have done something today, I've done half of my essay and some of my philosophy questions. I kind of procrastinated a lot of the day by re-doing my revision timetable and sorting out the stuff school sent us, rather than focusing on my actual notes... DOH. Tomorrow I'm set to do Biology, Philosophy unit 1 and German oral prep; this is stuff I can actually do... so I will do it. Yes. I will -- on top of that I have more of a time frame and stuff because I've got physio at 3pm so I will push myself more.
I hope.

One of my favourite way of procrastinating right now is to start new books - I've just began reading the Harry Potter series again. Probably not a good idea because I want to re-read Jane Eyre this week. Once again, DOH. Though - it's kind of my fault this time... as it was last time. DOUBLE DOH. I'm actually enjoying the series and I've talked about it a bit on the collab blog I'm part of here.

Finally, well probably more likely penultimately, I have just been to see The Hunger Games at the cinema - it was surprisingly good, but I will talk about that more in a video. :-) watch this... or that (meaning the Youtubes) space!

Actually finally - I'm going to a Youtube Gathering on Saturday 14 April and I'm very excited. :-) It's in LONDON. A place I have only been to twice in my whole entire life. I shall be vlogging lots and I will write a blog post too, I should think.

Anyway... this blog is getting a little nonsensical.

Also... I may have met Alex Day. Teehee
Keep smiling and DFTBA <3

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