Exams OVER!

Today I had my last exam! I'm so glad to get it out of the way. It feels like they've been on my shoulders for months now. And now it's all over I can finally have the fun I've been craving during every minute of revision.

It was pretty weird today. There I was sat waiting to start the exam. Three clocks at the front, invidulators pacing the tables, row after row in perfect order. Silence, boredom and order. To think that only a while ago I was in that very same room jumping into people in the dark, with coloured lights blinding me as I screamed and shouted and sang for hours, crammed into the complete chaos, dancing the night away with the crowd watching Biffy Clyro. And I was sat there being good as gold. Couldn't even smell the alcohol and my feet didn't even stick to the floor and I couldn't find my friend Phil collapsed in the corner soaking wet like me, exhausted. So what am I trying to say? Different things can happen in the same room? Different things happen infinitely in this huge room called Earth so what's my point? I don't know, ignore this paragraph.

I feel pretty strange at the moment. I just spent two hours stretched across my bed trying to fall into a beautiful power nap of vivid WILD dreams. I will be thankful for the energy at 2am tonight. But I didn't sleep a wink. I'm still going to have fun though. And if my brain gets too tired then that's his fault, his problem.

Tonight we're going to the Welsh club - Clwb Ifor Bach. The same place that I will be watching Blood Red Shoes play on Saturday week. They're not the best band, but had a really good energy about them when they supported Biffy. It should be good!

Today I went to my building society to pay some money in. The woman asked my postcode, I told her, it wasn't a problem. Next challenging question: date of birth. It was a pretty tough question so I stuttered a little, still weary after my exam. She confirmed with me "Sorry, you said 1998, yes?" which I confirmed. She carried on typing my details into her computer when I suddenly remembered to my disappointment that I wasn't actually 9 years old anymore. "1988! Sorry!". It was strange how she actually accepted me being 9 years old though.

Speed should be over soon. We'll probably eat out today, we deserve it. Then we'll meet up with our friends and float off into the drunken swirling ocean of music so that I can loose my mind just slightly. It's been desperate to escape me for a while now.