Ten words to sum up my day.

Coursework. Coursework, coursework, coursework. Coursework, coursework-coursework, coursework, coursework... Coursework.

So... Guess what I've been doing today!

I had planned to do my maths coursework at lunchtime but the internet fell through and I ended up blogging instead.

Ditto IMedia.

I then wandered home and thought it would be wise to sacrifice my Friday night (let's face it, do I EVER do anything interesting when I have free time anyway?) in order to do some work and clear my weekend, but of course I didn't factor my sister into the equation. She has her friend sleeping here, Kim, otherwise known as The One Who Cannot Entertain Herself For Five Minutes And Thinks That Annoying Nicole Is The Way To Go.

So I had done those Titration formulas for Chemistry... I did those Moments questions for Physics, I kept glancing at three books of to-be coursework that sat on my desk and and was fighting with the horribly college-level maths assignment that I don't understand or care about. I was on the edge already.

Enter Kim.

'Nicooole? Can I go on the laptop?'
'It's charging, hon.'
'Well can I go on your computer and play The Sims 2 Nicooooole?'
'I'm kind of using the desk right now, see?'
'Can you turn on Cleo's computer for me then?'
'Look Kim, I'm kind of busy right now, can you ask my mum to do it?'
'No, I'll work it out myself then.'

*Loud crash in Cleo's room*

*Loud sigh in my room*

Enter Cleo.

I'm not even copying down the trivial things she says here.

I then proceeded to text my mum...

'You know, it's kind of hard to work out chemical equations in your head when two brats who don't understand the word 'coursework' are screaming in your ear. You should try it sometime.'

(Yeah, I even text in correct English)

So they were taken to the supermarket to get some dinner (Indian food, yum yum) and I drowned my sorrows in a three-litre bottle of coke before starting work on my FSMQ (Free-Standing Maths Qualification) assignment on the maths of sea defences. Joy.

When mum came home she asked if Cleo could come up and watch The Simpsons really quietly as the downstairs TV was a funny colour, but I said I really needed to concentrate. Mum rolled her eyes and walked out. I shouted for it. Why should she roll her eyes? She doesn't understand how stressed I am. She doesn't get it. No one seems to get it other than my friends, who are drowning in work just as badly as I am. I had a little cry after that. I hate pressure. I made myself stop crying and drank more sugar-juice (coke) to cheer myself up.

I took a leaf out of Tilda's book and used many many many different colours. I saw the opportunity and took it - I turned my maths coursework into an art exam. This made it slightly more bearable, I got half way and gave up, we only needed to make a start on it after all.

History exam next... I'd been sat in history quite innocently when my teacher sprang 'exam assessment' on us. I hadn't done said exam and reminded her of this. I ended up in the history office doing the goddamn exam without ANY prior revision. The word 'blag' doesn't quite cover it. I set to work finishing the history exam and towards the end I was feeling more and more sorry for myself and my fingers hurt from writing.

I stopped after that. No more work. It pisses me off that I've been working for fourteen hours today and I still haven't got any closer to the end of this stuff. I feel so futile it's unreal.

So now I just want to chill with my blog, and other people's blogs, and chat.

No more work.

No play either.

But no more work.

Not until tomorrow morning at least.

This is a crap time to be alive. I don't like dreading the weekend and hating the week. It's not a very good excuse of a lifestyle. Nor is it a healthy one, but I'll cope, I'll get through and I'll laugh when it's all over and I'm faced with much more important things like poverty and the economic crisis.

So, I'm stressed right now. That solid month of illness did me no good. I missed so much work and loads of exams. I fell behind and couldn't catch up. I couldn't ask for help because everyone was ahead and trying to learn something else. Nothing is more stressful than falling behind. But this round of exams is over for now. I'm onto new topics and new modules, it's 'just' coursework now and I know what I'm doing, even if what I'm doing is WAY too much for my mental capacity.

So, a sort of new start.

And I WILL NOT fall behind again. I just don't have the nerves to withstand that.

This is the worst excuse for a Friday night EVER.