Random Rambling.

When people say someone has a 'selective memory', it's usually meant to be taken as some sort of insult, or, at best, a dig. I, on the other hand, am of the firm opinion that I have a selective memory. Yet I don't mean to insult myself in saying that. I hardly remember anything. Or, if I do, it's something completely useless, of no importance whatsoever. How it is possible, for example, for me to remember the entire lyrics of a song after having listened to it a maximum of four or so times, yet to not remember whether or not I went to Sam's Dad's 50th birthday party, without a prompt? How can I manage to recall Dad coming home drunk, having broken a DJ's set one night, but forget whereabouts in France I've been? (And I've been to France a lot. But I couldn't tell you, right here and now, the names of half of the places I've been there.) And why do I have the most absurd ability of remembering Eastenders's story-lines, and yet not be able to remember the most basic principles of European integration?

This has gone to such an extent that I have, embarrassingly, had to re-learn how to use the apostrophe. I don't quite know how I forgot, to be honest. At Secondary School, I was one of those annoying people who complained when other people didn't use it correctly. I even joined one of those stupid Facebook groups, complaining about it. But with time, it just went away. Until now. And now it all seems so obvious that I don't understand how I could forget such a crucial element of my own language in the first place. Things are going downhill. I blame age. And French. Mainly French.


Anyway, life! Unfortunately, not much to report. The most exciting my life gets was probably my dentist appointment on Tuesday. To make it worse, I was actually looking forward to it. Just as I looked forward to my opticians appointment today, and how I'm excited about getting a haircut tonight. This is not what I call life!

Revision is going as well as it can be; my bedroom walls have a million and one spider diagrams blue-tacked (is that a verb? To blue-tack?!) on to them. Not quite sure why I think that is going to help me revise. The words aren't, unfortunately, going to jump off the wall and into my brain. Somehow them being on the wall, though, fills me with some sort of sense of achievement. I don't quite know why.

Sam is good! I went round his Grandma's for dinner last night with him which was nice! He managed not to complain about work for about 5 minutes as well, which is a definite record =P

Right, that's probably enough rambling for one day. I'll write again as soon as I've done something worthwhile with my life. Either that, or after Sam and I have booked our holiday. So exciting!!

Bisous! Jess xx