As a nod to a previous post: Revision, revision, revision!

Aye, it's taking over our lives, I should imagine. I've failed to stick to my plan; the 6 hours a day of revision, done in 2 hour chunks. Instead I've been doing my own thing. I've been revising a bit of maths, getting bored, and then moving on to another subject, English, for example.

But I'm afraid that's not enough for me, and so revision this week is going to be a little more... intense. I'll start with Welsh, learning a poem or two. And then I'll move on to the runt of a subject that is Spanish. For Spanish, in all cases, equals FAIL.

Having said that, I've just realised that I've got a rugby programme to do (in case you're not familiar with one of those, it's like a brochure full of adverts). It's all jolly good fun, but only if you like making adverts out of an indecipherable scrawl and a logo of such poor quality that it has to be recreated in Illustrator. I, for one, do not like doing it.

However, the tedium of doing the programme is worth it in the long run, for I am being paid to do it. How much I'm being paid is, as of yet, unknown, but I'm hoping it'll cover at least a sizeable portion of what I spent on books on Saturday.

I didn't manage to get all of the books I wanted, but I got six of them. There were three main ones that I really, really wanted, but I only managed to get one of those: "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury. The ones I couldn't get are "Paper Towns" by John Green; and "M is for Magic" by Neil Gaiman. The latter is a collection of short stories. I've recently become quite interested in short stories as they offer the excitement of a novel, but can be read in a significantly shorter space of time. This suits me well, as I've not often got time to read.

I think that's all for now, folks. Poems await me in my drawer.