I know I should be genuinely concerned about Mums increased fondness for the word ’slut’ but, really, it’s just hysterical. Paris Hilton was on TV and she said, completely unprompted, “Ugh, she’s a slut,”.

My brother pumped his fist in the air and cheered: “Preach it Mum!”

(By this time tomorrow I’ll be in Sydney :D.)

So. I had my last exam this morning. Studio Arts. It went well!

I tried my best on all of my exams… But I know on some of them the marks won’t be too hot. But, as clichéd as this is, I’ll be satisfied with whatever I get. I tried my best. I don’t think there’s any way I could do better than that that didn’t involve NoDoz, nicotine and twenty four hour days, which I am not willing to be a part of. I hear scary and weird stories on the grapevine about fellow year twelves popping them like candy and getting addicted. Not sleeping for five days and still rushing about with red eyes, stuttering and ugly moods. So, no.

On the twenty sixth I am going to Sydney (!) for a week, but until then I still have other stuff to do. Application kits and interviews for places that want to see my art to see if I am good enough, if I measure up. Siiiiigh.

I’m very tired. But, I’m this close to getting a huge break, so I have to stick it out until then…!