I am disgusted at myself and the amount of junk food I have eaten tonight. I really am going to get fat one of these days.
So... I clearly failed my Psychology exam earlier.
I did shit loads of revision for hours and hours and hours this week, but when I got into the exam hall my mind went completely blank and I couldn't remember any of the key studies, or anything at all really. I know I must have WRITTEN something, but I know I didn't really SAY anything. I only wrote about half a page for each of my 18 mark questions, and because I couldn't remember any studies I couldn't really answer the questions because they were asking you to evaluate research, and obviously, I couldn't REMEMBER any research and therefore had no research TO evaluate.
My exam did not finish until 3.45, so had 15 minutes to get from said failed exam to 'nameless local supermarket' for my shift. I felt physically sick with stress, and reached the peak of my physiological stress response(!) when I was thrown onto the till the SECOND I arrived at work (flustered, shoe-laces undone, five minutes late...) because someone else was off sick, and was faced with a whole screen full of scary NEW BUTTONS and a whole queue of impatient customers. I thought I was going to start CRYING on the checkout, or explode or something, but thankfully was able to contain myself until I got off the till. And then I burst into tears. Sam gave me loads of hugs though, and made me feel better.
After work I consoled myself with lots of junk food, including chips and cheese from Posh Nosh and a massive bag of chocolate buttons (I feel physically sick when I think about how much SATURATED FAT I must have consumed, but I'm trying NOT to think about it), and then me and Sam went back to his (and had the house to ourselves.. ;]) soo now am feeling slightly better and am now drinking a nice big glass of white wine to make myself feel EVEN MORE better - (sorry for lack of grammar!11!!oneone!!)
Also, have discovered that am apparently the #4 'person with the best smile' out of my all my Facebook friends, which is obviously VERY exciting. Am only #12 prettiest though. How rude! God, think I need some more wine to make myself care less that 11 of my Facebook friends are prettier than me I am going to fail all my exams and have to work at 'nameless local supermarket' for the rest of my life. x
