Not even the burberry wearing, anti-social gaggle of eighty year old women congregating near the doors of the public toilets can depress me for more than half a second today. The weather is amazing, it's finally the weekend after what seems like months of chewing nails nervously, hard-core revision and nightmares about dividing and multiplying hoards of pencils with evil bloodshot eyes, and best of all, the main History exam has GONE!

Not quite as magically or spontaneously as the word "gone" suggests. Hours and hours of slaving away with a snuffling cat curled on my knees (I have the little claw-shaped holes to show for it). Effectively two years of my course compressed into two little hours. The grin on my face when I put down my pen and shook out the cramp in my little finger could be likened to that of the Cheshire Cat.

On a slightly less cheerful note, either my prom dress I bought two weeks ago has shrunk, or I have expanded outwards. I may have to stop eating all things muffin-esque. I would suggest stop eating altogether, but that's probably slightly extreme. Nothing wrong with being curvy, anyway!