Bonjour

I have a FRENCH EXAM TOMORROW.

This being the third and final exam for francais, and hopefully less of my jizzing over grammar for my friends. My God, I am so wierd. But I'm stressed, avec all these exams, right?

I've moved up in the world. Grabbed my life by the tentacles (decided 'reins' was too clichéd). I am now, officially, employed. I'm employed.

I listen to people speak about what pizza they would like, then I press buttons, then I send this info off to turn into actual real pizza. It does equate to more than that, but, my God, me? Employed? Stick a turkey up your jumper and hop to the Armenian national anthem because THIS SHIT'S GOIN' GLOBAL.

Okay, what.

So other than getting a job, which I was petrified of doing but now, after my 5th shift, am much more accustomed to it, I decided I would make an effort or something.

A good amount of my friends are leaving me to wallow in my third year to go to uni, so I bought a notebook. (Whilst I was waiting for Aaron in WHSmith with a voucher I won for coming second in a poetry competition at the start of the year). I have decided that people shall write in this, friends in and out of Itchen college, and I shall get some snaps with them, and stick them in.

I also bought another notebook, I've decided to keep a Diary. Instead of winging through the medium of various social networking sites. It's private, it doesn't need publishing. But I was watching the one show and they said that the diary was dying out. Me being a natural rebel, decided to start one.

Thing is, I seriously recommend it, a Diary won't take the piss, or comment, it will be there to just listen, even if all you do is complain about how glitchy Assassin's Creed 2 is on your laptop... DO IT. I challenge you.

I'm also a part of this thing now, video project, called DosedDaily, where 7 of us upload videos every day. I'm Tuesday. So far I did an introduction, one about friendship, one at college, one at Lewis's house, and one of my bed being... ahem... 'revision wolverine'...

Exams ruin lives, tbh haha.

Oh the relive will never equate that moment when I finished EPQ. Or I didn't accidentally tweet that embarrassing and personal text I meant to send to a close friend.

Live long and prosper...

Rayness <3 xx