It's not even the Queen's birthday.

Monday, fucking public holiday and one more day of procrastination.
i wonder when i will actually start to revise for exams....(starting tomorrow.)

It's kind of unbelievable how much food i have cooked and baked this weekend just to avoid doing homework. Let me just brief you on the shit i have mixed and put in the oven.
Friday night i made a fritata with potato and spinach.... (obviously picking potatoes because they take forever to cook)
Saturday morning. Breakfast consisted of Fruit salad with Yoghurt.... (takes alot longer to chop and peel fruit than pour some milk on some dry grains.)
For lunch i made a potato and cauliflower pie which took epic fucking time to boil and soften those vegies. (it didn't even taste nice.)
Dinner was a roast, that i didn't cook.
T0 be honest, Saturday wasn't too much of a day wasted, however i cooked a banana cake at eleven o'clock that night.
Sunday was pathetic. i didn't cook, but i went out shopping for formal dresses and talked myself into the fact that i was over stressing about exams and that i didn't really have all that much homework to do (but in fact i did.)
Sunday night i went out for dinner. I brought one of my study books with me to read (just in case the oppurtunity came up), But of course i didn't read it.
Then today.... i haven't even tried to pick up a book. I made Pumpkin soup haha and icing for that banana cake.

No doubt, at about 10.00 tonight i'll start working only because i'll be in panic mode and the reality that i have an exam at 9.00 tomorrow morning will hit me.
god damn my brain. It's inevitable though.
It was always going to happen. I don't know why im whinging.

just a boy by Angus and Julia Stone is fabulous- it's one of those songs that just makes you feel.
Or it could just be the mood i'm in.
Ciao.
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