We are the few that won't say nothing right
We are the footsteps fading into the night
Nobody cares and nobody stares with such conviction
And I say
I never wanted this
No-one ever wanted this

Not entirely sure why, but those lyrics seem to sum me up right now.

I'm in one of the IT centres at college, I probably ought to do work at some point, but I'm blogging with Streetlight Manifesto on shuffle, and trying very very hard not to sing along; I don't want to get chucked out.

I'm feeling a lot happier than I have in a while, and definitely a lot happier than I did a week ago, on results day. I was sitting in this room (not at this computer, though) staring at my two B's, one C, and one E, fighting back the tears. I'm resitting two of the exams, one was so close to an A it doesn't really matter. And if I don't get As, I'm basically screwed.

Ah well, que sera sera.

Speaking of which, I have an information evening at some point to go to, to pick up French next year. Though I do know what I'm letting myself in for, I did learn the language for twelve bloody years...

There really is something I should probably be doing right now. Ah well. I'll look around aimlessly, and not let the depressing Kasabian that's just come on distract me. Ooh, there's traffic cones with bamboo sticks in over there, and bits of police tape (well, not quite, but the red and white striped equivalent) cordoning off about half this one of the IT centres for Media students. Which, might I add, is not a real subject. O-:)

Anyway, if you'll excuse me, I'll carry on singing inside.