the three revolutions

i told my friend that i'm a christian. "i never thought you'd go that path, claire", he said, considering me seriously, and the tone of his voice gave me an image of all the people in the world walking down a huge road while i veered off and crashed somewhere in the bushes.

i've finally accepted that everyone in the world is a hypocrite. you're a hypocrite for calling someone else a hypocrite. i'm a hypocrite for typing the word hypocrite while simultaneously being a hypocrite. it's endless. seeming! seeming! and most pernicious purpose. ugh, i hate people who call people hypocrites. we're all hypocrites okay? all have sinned and fallen short. deal with it! from now on, i shall replace the word hypocrite with the word fungus, such that anyone who talks about hypocrites will sound like they're a) talking about biology b) insulting someone or c) suffering from some kind of mental or bacterial problem, so that i can justify politely tuning out the rest of their conversation. just accept it. shakespeare didnt, and he's dead okay, HE DIED! you have been warned.

my father, meanwhile, has labelled me as "rather a religious sort of person" and left it at that, while hinting that i should broaden my world view and step out into reality. what is this reality that everyone keeps talking about? is the world really going to prove to be so starkly different from what it is now once i leave school? i've been barraged with "its going to be so different when you get out of school!" so much that i wouldnt be surprised if secret agents ambush me once i've collected my a level cert, do some "there is no spoon" routine and then whisk me away to the real world, which is full of clowns and where chlorophyll is purple instead.

okay, i would kind of be surprised.

such is the progression of life that while i used to struggle to spell photosynthesis, i now struggle to spell schlieswig-holstein. but history is oh-ver! forever! well, until next thursday. but then it will be over (forever!). i like history, but i dont like studying history. yay. but today was a day of twin joys. first joy: opening the gp question insert and not being able to find "Passage B". second joy: opening the history question paper and not being able to find "Source E". hoo-lay! it's kind of like when you need to study, but you cant find your industrial revolution notes, so you think "ah, oh well, i'll read the Time Traveller's Wife for a while instead", but better, because you dont ever have to find your notes! ever! joy joy joy