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I am impresed with myself very much against my own will.

I have just finished my Spanish Oral which is a HUGE relief. Despite the fact that I am sure I truly screwed up with one or two of my verbs, Sra Raynesford insisted that I did very well and that I would get a good mark. Ah, well... we'll see in August. So long as I do really well in my listening (no chance) and my Reading (looking up)...

Spent most of the day revising and feeling bored and unsatisfied with something. There was a mini Biology exam which I was quite pleased with. I now know the sorts of things I need to revise (definitions, etc. one mark sort of questions). I suppose, at least my block has lifted and I can write as well as study properly.

Now here is a question for all you lot there who are right on par witht heir literary genius' etc: What is so fantasticc about Proust? What I mean is, why is it that when someone reads a book by him it deserves a "My Goodness!" sort of response (or "dick sprouts" if you're a constntly rolling, foul mouthed egg made up of hundreds of pixels)? Yes, I am reading him at the moment, yes I do find it fantastic, but why does it provoke such a response that someone else say, Tolstoy, Dickens or Hardy just don't manage to?

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*breathes*

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