I really am looking forward to this holiday. But I'm nervous too, for reasons I'm not sure I could explain. But it's going to be okay.
I meant to write letters tonight, but I didn't. I meant to start my Creative Industries take-home exam, but I didn't, and I meant to do a load of washing, but I didn't. What I did do, however, was make ravioli with Pat, and then watch "Not Another Teen Movie", which was kinda funnier when Pat was doing his impersonations of it. However, I had one of those days in which my singing teacher told me that I had a good ear for pitch (something that I thought I wasn't too good at), and the drama rehearsal afterwards for Bugsy Malone was somewhat productive also. Besides, tomorrow is Sunday, and that's always the day to do all the unfun stuff like washing anyway.
I've been living off music lately and playing certain songs on repeat for hours on end, but tonight is the night for silence. I feel like I can't handle much thinking at the moment, and perhaps that's a good thing. It always got me in trouble anyway.