top heavy fractions can relate to Pamela Anderson, and sometimes i do maths.

The Maths Exam is to-morrow.

are you excited?

i feel oddly calm about the whole thing - I KNOW i won't do very well, but for some reason i was just lying there (in the bath) thinking,

i musn't forget to tie my hair back.
everyone has to tie their hair back,
and i wonder what her ears look like?
i should wear a cardigen so i can take it off and sit on it.
plastic chairs distract me immensly.
the cardigen could act as a cushion?
and i can concentrate on fractions and decimals and indices and percentages.
and i hope it doesn't rain.

there's nothing worse than a maths exam dripping with condensation and smelling of dirty grass.
but usually there are panic-stricken, 2cm tall maths teachers running around inside my brain, poking me with their easy-fold rulers and screaming and screaming and telling me i'm going to fail because i need to revise revise now alex poke poke scream scream!!!!

they have gone away on holiday for a bit.

i expect they'll sit inside contemplating their sad existence whilst the rest of the world suns themselves and they will hunch over their beaten textbooks wishing they could poke my brain some more.

but i won't let them.
my friends,
the best friends,
the best friends who i love,
have been so incredible.

bippie has such a pretty teacher smile and says, "sorry if i've confused you" and draws her eights like snowmen and i want her to become a professional tutor who tutors people professionally in a professional manner and recieves money and all that.

people who i don't know have been helping me.
trudie helped me a lot, thankyou love.
and i love her.
and i LOVE HER!!! (8)
the beatles express the way i feel for my friends better than i do.

and thankyou, everyone. :D
monumental speech over.

oh i've become so fantastically addicted to typing out every ramble which rambles inside my head, as they barge past the maths teachers and laugh uncontrollably when they land on their unco-ordinated arses and grab eachothers hands to share the joke.

i just can't keep them inside my head anymore and my fingers just furiously molest every key on this keyboard until i've got another few blog posts and i'm starting to like it actually.
not necessarily the blog itself but typing out everything i think, i think everything and type it out. everything is typed out as i think it. i thought it. i thought it and now it is yours!

maths. maths now.