Yeah, the title of this entry pretty much sums up my general states of mind at the moment...

So we'll start with the meh. 'Meh' stands for the fact that I finally told my mum about the whole bipolar thing, and as anyone who follows me on twitter will know (JPLeather by the way) I got very very angry and ended up kicking the hell out of the poor tumbledrier and terrifying poor V to within an inch of her life (poor thing, she was the only other person in the house at the time). You see, Mum has decided there is nothing wrong with me and the psychiatrist is NOT RIGHT. Apparently she knows much better than a qualified mental health professional... sure. He might be Mr Scary Psycho Man, but he still went to Scary Psycho Man school long enough to know what he's talking about!

Grr.

Anyway, now she's in complete denial and is ignoring the issue entirely. She's not ignoring me, we were having a perfectly civil (and dull) conversation about her new lawnmower about twenty minutes ago. So I suppose that's something.

Grr again.

Though that particular 'grr' was to do with revision. I have a German Interpreting exam on Wednesday - that's the day after tomorrow, shit - and I DON'T KNOW ANY GERMAN. Seriously. If I don't have to retake the German Language module I'll be very surprised, I have after all missed almost every German lesson THIS YEAR. Yes, yes, I have my beautiful shiny mitigating circumstances form, but I doubt even that can save me now. I'm actually pissing myself with fear. OK, maybe not actually, I've been potty trained since before I was two, but METAPHORICALLY. I'm terrified. At least I'll be in the UK all summer, so if I DO have to retake, I won't have to tell my mum. I'll have to tell my employer, but you know, better than being ceremoniously shot against the shed wall in France.

Right, I'm going to stop with the 'meh' stuff now, it's making me 'meh' even more. Got to get to the 'EEEE'.

You know I've been a bit Nightwish-obsessed lately. Come on, EVERYONE knows this. You only have to come within a mile of my house and you can hear The Poet and the Pendulum blasting out across Durham. My housemates are not pleased, but I'm working on them!

Anyway. You will also know freaking excited I am about seeing Nightwish again in Helsinki. As in counting-the-days excited (138).

Well.

The next time I see Nightwish won't in fact be in Helsinki.

It'll be in Switzerland.

In

THIRTY NINE DAYS TIME!!

Greenfield Festival, Interlaken. June 12th-14th.

aka http://www.greenfieldfestival.ch/intro/index.php

In other words - SWITZERLAND BABY!!

Yeah, I'm a little bit excited. It's all happened in a bit of a rush - me and Na were talking about it the other night while I was rather drunk, and the next morning it was booked... it is rather exciting. To say the least. And it's a FESTIVAL. You know what that means. Camping!!

Me and Na in a tent. The last time this happened it was the Duke of Edinbourgh practice expedition (neither of us finished the proper thing) when we were fourteen. It was hilarious, but disastrous, we had to let Steph put the tent up. We're not the most outdoorsy people the world has ever seen...

However, I have already bought a sleeping bag, rucksack (whose name is Alan), inflatable mattress and a travel pillow. Our tent has been ordered - a popup one, so all we have to worry about is getting it on the plane, instead of getting it UP. We're already bracing ourselves for the awful festival toilets, though surely they can't be worse than the portaloothing we faced in Paris...?

It's going to be a brilliant festival. I mean, not only Nightwish, but Slipknot!! Even the Ting Tings! It's going to be so much fun. And I've never been to Switzerland before. Hell, I've never been to HEATHROW before, and that's where we'll be flying from.

Now I just have to get through these exams...

Only another 32 days and they'll all be over.

I think the others might be a little bit pissed off with me re: the festival... You see, I'm going to be missing the summer ball, which is pretty much our last chance to be altogether before the Year Abroad...

Oh well, I'm never good company at balls or formals anyway. I've ended up depressed and in tears at... well, at every single ball we've had so far. At the last summer ball I had a temper tantrum and threw a beer can at M's head because he spilt some in my room... well, really, I had a temper tantrum because N had been pulling someone all night and I couldn't deal with it. Well, I won't be there to spoil it this time. And come on, I might as well not be there, whenever I am I get ignored anyway, there's always someone more interesting to talk to. As you may have guessed, I'm not the most interesting person around.

God I'm knackered, and I've barely done anything all day. I guess I was up fairly late plotting for Switzerland with Na. Maybe if I go to bed reeeeally early I'll get up in time to do LOTS of revision tomorrow? There's the possibility, I guess. I wish I was clever, it'd make life so much easier.

All the same, take me away, we're dead to the world...

Just a thought - L, where are you?! Haven't seen you for ages, online or in real life!! Have you died somewhere? I heard you had a cold, but you haven't even been tweeting! Well, except that one in Italian last night, which confused me no end. My dear, you don't speak Italian... anyway, come talk to me sometime, MYR!

I'm going to see this bunch of weird freaks next month. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tLTdGSGTbo&feature=related

YAY!

Misty x