Got up and did my calculator maths exam today, I only do the foundation paper, and I could have done well in it..had I have actually revised and TRIED. But I couldn’t be assed doing such trivial things as Mock-mock examinations. I mean who created such a stupid thing?! My report is gonna royally suck this year.. and I care a little, but can’t force any more emotion towards it than that.

At least it’s good to know that I am not alone in failing maths, the dude I sit beside, Marc* is also screwed…as we never pay attention in that class and pretty much do ANYTHING random to pass the time. Doesn’t help that most of the other people in my class are braindead morons who give our teacher a rough time and just text the whole lesson…

So yeah, I’m fucked. 

Got home an hour later and went online, Phil was on after about half an hour..didn’t expect him to talk to me, but he did. We sorted a few things out, found out he DOESN’T hate me, although he thinks I hate him and didn’t like the things we did together (Lies all lies!) then as I went off because I had to scoot back to the hell hole known as school for my English Liturature exam, he said “Okay, cya <3″ THE LOVE HEART MUST MEAN SOMETHING!!!!  < er…RIGHT?!

Pretty much failed my English Liturature exam, my head just was NOT in the game *shudders*