Post of appreciation.

Amanda Abbington is fucking amazing, I think we should take a moment to appreciate her fabulous tweets, the fact she calls Martin ‘Martypants’ and the fact she calls ignorant people cunts. Also that my head teacher caught me semi re-enacting her Maltesers advert and saying ‘she lifts her top up’. 

My tutor is also brilliant, because he’s so spectacularly useless, and I mean that in the nicest way. He informed me this morning that yesterday period 5, he was sat in his office doing some extra work, when ten minutes before the bell he realised he was meant to be teaching a class. He left them for 40 minutes. What a twat :’D

And the weather’s lovely, the BAFTA’s are on on Sunday, Benedict Cumberbatch has been returned to England, and my friend and I have spent most of the day saying ‘A DAMN GOOD…’ about everything. 

I haven’t made a text post, or really posted anything in a while. I’ve been so stressed about exams. I haven’t slept properly in about 2 weeks, I cry randomly for no good reason, my hands shake uncontrollably on times, and I get moody, which is not like me, even when it’s ‘that time of month’. I only have 9 exams, but I’m absolutely terrified of failing, I don’t know, but the thought terrifies me. And people have really high expectations of me, and I don’t want to disappoint them. Now my room’s covered in revision things and every time I see them I freak out a bit thinking how I HAVE to know this and if I don’t I’m going to die or some over dramatic shit.
Point of post. I don’t really know. But I’m going to Dartmoor for the weekend in a camping pod, I think that constitutes ’glamping’ but oh well. I love Dartmoor. It’s beautiful and has pretty ponies. I like ponies.