Not much to report. Back to school today. What a complete balls. In case anyone is wondering, we’ve got roughly twenty-one school days left. I like it. It’s little facts such as this that enable me to trudge in and out of school everyday, as opposed to being dragged in by the ankles, fingernails grappling at the tarmacadam. I’m not melodramatic… I suppose I should be more positive about this whole thing, rather than perpetually moaning at every possible opportunity. There’s nothing at all endearing about moaning, but optimism has been monopolised by the happy folk. I resent seemingly carefree optimists who prance about listening to Jason Mraz, I glower at them over the rim of my teacup, mumbling Radiohead under my breath. Wow that makes me sound crazy.
Is it just me or is there a definite link between the leaving cert and (craziness) tea-drinking? I’ve come to the stage where I take study breaks during tea drinking sessions. Read a page of the textbook? Have some tea! Looked up some word in a dusty Irish dictionary? How bout some tea? Spent at least seven minutes in the mere presence of your poetry notes? Tea time! Maybe it’s the comfort of a steaming mug in my hands, perhaps it’s because I enjoy the health benefits of this marvelous beverage, but to be honest it’s probably because the seven minutes it takes to brew a cup of joy is just the right distraction all the time, every time. I wonder if the State Examinations Commission would protest to me bringing some sort of thermos into the leaving.
I’m off to make some tea, happy studying x