Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Certainty of Death ... Small Chance of Success ... What Am I Waiting For?

Yep. I'm having one of those moments again. You know the ones - the ones with sharp teeth and pointy fingers that creep up on you, jump into your head and tangle your life up like a set of earbud headphones.

It's the end of term which, in boarding school lingo, translates as chaos to the Nth degree.

  • Packing. Everything.
  • Setting holiday work.
  • Planning revision for hugely important public examinations in just under a month.
  • Finding time to execute said revision when mother seems intent on visiting every relative under the sun, yet still expects you to come out with straight As.
  • A four-day trek on one of the island of Britain's largest moors, with its very own sadistic microclimate.
  • Banging your head on the ceiling because your bedroom roof slopes. Which really doesn't help.
*le sigh* And did I mention everyone is doing this at the same time? So, not only am I in the sort of mood that usually incites me to murder small animals with blunt weapons, but so are the other forty-score teenage girls in my boarding house. Twelve of them being my own age, and dealing with exactly the same stresses over these demonic exams.

GCSE ate my brain, but AS is slowly devouring my soul. And my sanity.

And, unless I get this revision right, possibly my future. AS results make the difference between a place at Oxford, or sitting on a street corner, eating out of a bin bag. Quite literally, if you listen to some of the horror stories. 

Hehehe. You get the idea.

Wish my poor braincells luck with all this? I'm going to be absent from Thursday - off on the aforementioned Expedition From (potential) Hell. Then getting down to revision. Big time. 

Someone hand me that sword - I have an exam to slay!

*launches herself into the sunset, attempting to look epic, but steps on the hem of her cloak, trips over the scabbard, dislodges oversized helmet and ends up flat on her face in a pile of armour, flailing limbs and colourful language*

I meant to do that. Honest.

- Charley R


  1. *gently picks up said friend* Well you know, just in case things don't work out for you (though I'm absolutely sure they will!) they call America the land of the dreasm, so if you need to come over here for a while I got a plce for you... I'm sure Fiona would love sharing her bedroom with you... if you don't mind incesent babble and potential adoration. *grins*

    I promise to feed you too.

    :} Cathryn
    (Hey it's always good to have a back up plan te he he)

    1. You are the best backup plan EVER! Except one thing ... if I fail and die, I will have no money available to somehow get over to your land of dreams ... unless I intend to swim. And as I'm terrified of high water, seaweed, most sea-dwelling animals, the dark and am weedier than a weedy thing, that might not work out.

      Still ... the prospect of food and adoration ... I'll keep you on my list, tee hee! *huggles*

    2. I'm I might be able to not only recessitate you upon death, but potentially fund your flight *grins* I think It could count as an Emergencry right? (Though beware we may force you to give us a tour of Jolly Old England before we fly you back *Muaha ha ha ha ha He!* :}

    3. Heck yes! I shall show you my favourite bits of our lovely little wet island in return for saving me from starvation on a street corner in a cardboard box, lol!

  2. Go you! You can do it! *cheers*

    Also your title totally gave me flashbacks from The Mummy.

    Winston: So, what's your little problem got to do with His Majesty's Royal Air Corps?
    Rick: Not a damn thing.
    Winston: Is it dangerous?
    Rick: Well, you probably won't live through it.
    Winston: By Jove, do you really think so?
    Jonathan: Well, everybody else we've bumped into has died. Why not you?
    Winston: What's the mission?
    Rick: Rescue the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy, save the world.
    Winston: Well then! Winston Havelock at your service sir! Ha Ha!

    1. Hehe, thanks! I think I'm alive ... mostly :P

      LOL! Methinks I ought to watch this movie now, just for that moment. Sounds like a classic xD

  3. Because I don't think you've got enough to do, I decided to add to your pile.
    You've been tagged!
    Also, I was meant to have D of E this holiday but am going to a Frank Turner gig instead, which means I'll be doing it next year. So I have a feeling I will be experiencing your pain.

    1. Hehe, DoE isn't so bad once you get going ... okay, I lie, it is, lol! But there are some fun moments ... if you catch them fast enough before they run away :P

  4. Fantastic writing...brings back memories...

  5. I'm sending you huge good luck wishes and a crazy-big good luck hug, Charley! YOU CAN DO IT! And I can't wait to hear back from you once you come back and announce your success. :D Go, Charley! Go, Charley!

    Also, by the way, I love your title. I'm such a geek that I know exactly who says it, where, when, and in which movie! (Gimli, in Gondor, after the battle on the Pelennor fields in The Return of the King...my knowledge of that is either slightly impressive or exceedingly sad, depending on your persepective! ;) Lord of the Rings for the win!

    1. You recognise my title! Eeeeeee! *massive tackle-hugs* I was hoping someone would! I LOVE that line - so Gimli, so true and so utterly hilarious, tee hee!

      About to get started on a post all about said expedition - you'll see what it was like then, lol! My poor limbses xP

    2. *hugs back* Absolutely, Gimli is awesome! Kudos to you for the fabulous reference. ;) I'll look forward to reading your post about said expedition - so glad you survived! ;D

    3. Hehe, new post just coming up - I don't go into a lot of detail, but hopefully what you see will amuse you ;)

    4. I KNEW I recognised the quote!

    5. I would certainly hope you did!

  6. Hope the expedition wasn't too Hellish, and massive good luck on your exams! x