johnny cash invades my upper-torso.

FINALLY!!!! within my posession, the beautiful beautiful JOHNNY CASH T-SHIRT, which i have officially wanted for longer than is healthy, ever since i saw it advertised in NME magazine! IT SAID THE RELEASE DATE, WHEN IT WOULD BE IN STOCK IN HMV.

however, when i ventured into HMV at least 3 days after said release date, i was very snootily told that, "no, we don't carry that in our range.." as if i had asked if please may i have a mangled pig carcuss that plays madonna when you stamp on it if that's alright thankyou.

AND YET WHEN I WENT IN THERE TO-DAY, WHAT SHOULD BE SAT THERE IN ALL IT'S FULLY PACKAGED, TIGHTLY WRAPPED, MIDDLE-FINGER-STICKING-UP GLORY... but the johnny cash t-shirt.

i feel incredibly dissatisfied with my life when i read my blogs sometimes.

3 paragraphs about a t shirt embellished with a popular folk singer.

never mind.

so the maths exam, alex? how did that go?

just lovely. i assure you. i sat right at the back, gazed out on everybody's adolescent and disinterested hands scrawling wrong answers onto dotted lines, had a wobbly table, admired the girl's face sat opposite me (she looked so much like cameron diaz and also maybe a duck) and enjoyed the general Maths Exam atmosphere..which WE ALL KNOW we would much like to bottle and pour into pubs across england, it is just so lively and fun.

oh right.. the content of the exam.

the exam itself.

the maths.

yes.

well.