The lumps in my custard

Okay so yesterday at 2pm was the optimal peaK tYmes 4 mE: discovered that I had my grade 5 piano exam today. ¡Quel abhorrence! \|/ ABRSM for not notifying \|/ may I condemn you to the 8th circle of hell where all the flies that constitute my enmity for summer hibernate during winter \|/ 

ALSO!! Started this new qualification by AQA called core maths which is an AS level (equivalent - although it's graded 'pass', 'merit' and 'distinction', it's not a BTEC because it does not consist of nike hoodies and Adidas trackies) but 80% of it is just GCSE extended; only 20% is taken from a level. It's really weird because it's not like maths that I'm used to with surds and the quadratiq formulaé and stuff, it's a real life based course created to build logic and common sense lol so no hoep 4 me 

So yeah in the mark scheme there's no correct answers because the questions are so ambiguous: it will be something like 'how long will it take to drive from London to Glasgow' and then you just have to guess the distance and speed and then add a couple of hours to your answer for Starbucks breaks and sleeps and stuff so it's bre weird and you get marks for making perceptive assumptions like that 

Anyway, one diverges - piano exam!!! Examiner was really nice :3 she was scottash!! or welsh or at least northern or something I think and when she realised I'd messed up all my scales and arpeggios she just asked me to play C major and E minor which are probs the two easiest. Though my slippy fingers still managed to allow the anxiety to revoke all stability left in the fragments of what once composed my fingers

SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME
I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE 
THE FEELING IN IT <3

Soz I love Mamma Mia/ ABBA so much <3 Aw I remember when I wrote a film review for it for my controlled assessment at the beginning of year 11 and mr Christopher was like 'wow raffadodl bre good, since I'm sure your leaning towards English degree I suggest you study creative writing at univers' and at the time I was just thinking '...but French :'( and 'wow you haven't taught me since I was like twelve and after TWO MONTHS u think u know me yeh rite' \|/ but now I think I really would love to do it :3 

So here's my plan:
 do a joint degree in creative writing and clarinettisting 
 Boss @ clarineting
 Teach clarineting
 Breakdown with stress of teaching
 Find solace in the episode of spongebob - 'band geeks' where sqidward fails to teach a band but 'the talking cheese' sings 'sweet victory' and ibuprofen was not necessary. I recall the first time I saw that episode I genuinely still thought that spongebob was a cheese. 
 As one rebuilds ones life, one will recollect that one has a degree in creative writing 
 Teach writing
 Breakdown with stress of teaching
 Eat
 Sleep
 Rave
 Repeaté

Then, I shall write a southern gothic Bildungsroman novel called 'the lumps in my custard' which will be about a poodle called Jean Louise and her pet flea called Mary Jane holland <3 which, incidentally is what my future cats will be called :3 

I've decided I don't want dogs because too sad :( so I'll just be like a crazy cat lady who has about 50 cats in every room :3 and their glass paper tongues will clean me; the repeated roughness of their licking will exonerate me; it will abrade away the superficial surface and hopefully break up the lumps in my custard like how ultrasound breaks up kidney stones.

But ultimately, I can't believe I'm probs never going to play the piano again :((

However!!! Maybe during summer I can learn all the songs like say something I'm giving up on you and let it go and all of me and dope and some of Adele's ballads and stuff :-) :-) :-) 

So excited for my life wby 

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