Whilst trying to read about the life and times of Hester Prynne from Nathaniel Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter, there are many distractions around me that are far more interesting. For one, the bloke next to me appears to have given up altogether, and is fast asleep, his chin resting on his propped up arm. This is quite entertaining in itself, but is encouraging me to do the same. Must. Not. Sleep.
The second being R, my wonderful study companion who is on my other side. Looking at her now, she's furiously scribbling away, stealing occasional glances at the lighter between us, trying desperately to stay glued in her seat rather than give in to temptation and have a cheeky cigarette outside.
All I seem to have done is get a little bit over-excited with my highlighters and coloured pens, highlighting funny words and things that might be semi-useful in my exam. We've both spent about five precious minutes laughing at a post one of our mutual friends just published to another's facebook wall. It consists of the words, "JOE ITS YOU" and a very fetching photo of H from Steps. Facebook becomes so much funnier and cigarettes become even more addictive at this time of year, since we seem to do everything in our power just to avoid a bit of reading and note-taking. Am listening to Marina and the Diamonds on my iPod, and think I can remember more of her lyrics than I can of this bloody book, and may well resort to using them in my exam instead.
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Just had said cigarette. Feel ill as have barely eaten all day, so going for nice romantic meal with R soon. Feeling slightly better now because have just seen an Edgar Allan Poe quote tattooed on the back of actress/love interest of Marilyn Manson, Rachel Wood. Am seriously considering doing the same before my exam on Wednesday, but somewhere I can actually see it.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
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