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Ouch. The English oral went well, but ironically it turned out that I'd spent so much time worrying about Modern History (which was okay) that I neglected my Drama preparations. I was in a perfectly foul mood on the way home, but it dissipated somewhere during that last stretch when my mental landscape was mostly, well... on fire. Wherever I stepped, the grass died, and everything I walked past got leveled, unless it was a tree in which case it burst into flames in a totally unrealistic fashion. That cheered me up. Funnily enough, I can't stand killing Sims.

Who else is in the mood for a little apocalyptic destruction?

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So, maggiebloome, your LiveJournal reveals...



You are... 25% unique
(blame, for example, your interest in viscous sarcasm)
and 17% herdlike
(partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing).
When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please.

Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 52

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 89% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

Hurray, my pie chart is well balanced. Note to self: deconventionalise writing post haste.

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My father's shopping habits have long been a source of great amusement, not least whenever I open my wardrobe and am buried in a pile of pants that I never actually wear, and whose sole purpose appears to be to clog up my limited closet-space so that I have to pull everything out to find a pair of tights. Exhibit P is scented shower gel.

Chocolate scented shower gel.

You may recall my intense and unnatural dislike of all things cocoa - that extends to the smell, which lingered upon my skin for most of yesterday. Thankfully Exhibit Q is vanilla and honey scented, so I no longer smell like a Mars bar. Instead I smell like fairy floss. There is something wrong with the world when taking a shower makes you hungry.

Also, my cat has once more taken up her old hobby of Viciously Attacking Door Frames. My lintel quivers with fear.