I think I am in shock.



I got my GCSE results today, and I did so much better than I had anticipated. Everything I have subconsciously waited for for five years is over, very suddenly.

Anti-climax to say the least.

Suddenly I am very very tired. Not the sort of tired that goes away after a few days solid sleep.

I wish everyone was happy. The only thing keeping me from chewing off my nails and ripping my result papers into minute shreds and feeding them to my brother's snails is Elisabeth's little email of penguin love. If she wasn't allergic to kiwis, she would eat me. In a strictly non-sexual way.

Nine little words of wisdom: Go, be the good penguin and feel the love!

Dad: I discovered The Simpsons when I was in Germany. I thought I'd hate it but...wonderful stuff!

The Boyfriend: Oh really? Yeah, it's not bad.

Dad: I have SO MANY questions!!

The Boyfriend: Oh?

Dad: ...such as, why do they only have four fingers? Is it because he works in a nuclear plant?