Everything Has Fallen To Pieces

I'm fuckin' diggin' Blink 182 all of a sudden again. The perfect blend of hilarity and kick-ass music.
Had C3 today. Went depressingly bad. C4 on Thursday; I'm not optimistic. Especially since I have a Physics exam a few hours before. Argh.
I guess it doesn't matter: if I don't get into UCL, I'll find somewhere that will take me, and even if I don't, not going to university won't be such a bad thing. I just hate finding out that I'm bad at something, no matter what it is. I like Maths, why doesn't it like me back?
Went to Greenwich with my ladyfriend on Saturday night, Cafe Rouge then a hotel. Was a great night, we talked for hours. She bought me a replica of my absolute favourite hat ever and a star. No, really. (L).
I got told Ottakar's were hiring people full time, so I took a CV in, thinking it'd be perfect for me. Boy, did I feel like a twat when I said "I heard you were hiring people...?" and they replied "Erm... No..." and looked at me with a confused expression. Great.
It is too hot lately. I miss winter, even though there are aspects of summer I love. I can't wait for exams to be over, I want to concentrate on music without feeling guilty for not revising.
I should go and look over some C4. I really hate the whole examination system. I know what I said about not caring about university and such, but I'll still be upset if I can't study Astrophysics at UCL. Very upset.

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cock-sucker, mother-fucker, tits, fart, turd and twat.