So this is summer...

It has been a pretty lazy summer... so much for my dreams of great achievements during these two months or so of freedom.

I've been reading a fair amount. I've done absolutely no philosophy reading though which I promised myself I would do. I think I overdid the whole 'philosophy' lark during my revision. After taking those exams, I never wanted to see anything philosophical (or economical, or biological for that matter) again. Which is promising considering I'm hoping to start a degree in it in September.

Bringing me, inevitably, back to the matter of my A levels. It is nine days until I get my results. The cautious optimism which I possessed at the end of my results gradually evolved into full blown apathy throughout the month of July. Now it has ever so slightly moulded itself into the familiar frame of sickening nerves, no doubt to move on in a final change to crushing disappointment.

Oh, aren't I the cheery one? Always looking on the bright side of life, that's me.

I don't know if it's the distortion of time but thinking back over the actual content of individual exams gives me absolutely no respite. I remember what I wrote and cannot believe that I ever possessed a shred a hope. As I said, perhaps this is just me exaggerating the flaws of what I wrote and forgetting all the good points as time has gone on. It has, after all, been nearly two months since the majority of my exams.

It's no use discussing it. What will be, will be. And all those wonderful, totally unreassuring cliches. I should concentrate on enjoying my summer whilst I still have it.

The sun is shining.
And has been for many days now.
And yet I am not sunburned.
It's all good.

That was not a poem. I realise now after writing it, that at first glance it looks dangerously like one. It was merely a train of thought. I am not yet so despairing that I feel the need to write second rate poetry. Especially not in an online blog.

Anyway, I am feeling hungry so I'm off to make myself some breakfast and fix myself in front of the television (the joys of SkyPlus) to waste another morning in front of Australian soaps and MTV.

The good life.