Swoosh.
So I had my two AS exams today, and I could talk about them. I could talk about my reflections on exams and revision and stress, as I was planning on my walk to school. I could talk about the fascinating discussion re History Boys and life in general that I had with my mother after yesterday's post, or, in fact the similar (but very different) conversation I had with my father this evening (wherein we debated history, politics, perception, language, philosophy and the nature of the beast), or, in fact, the interesting conversations I had with my form tutor and Rose's mum.
But in fact, I won't, because I spent a very enjoyable portion of my evening wearing a black velvet cape in the middle of St Albans. And doing swishy things with it. And running around making wooshing noises and making it billow, and things. Because, dude, it's a black velvet cape.
Alas, it isn't mine. But I have (some) photos, and am borrowing it soon (*cackle*) and I know what I want for my birthday.
But in fact, I won't, because I spent a very enjoyable portion of my evening wearing a black velvet cape in the middle of St Albans. And doing swishy things with it. And running around making wooshing noises and making it billow, and things. Because, dude, it's a black velvet cape.
Alas, it isn't mine. But I have (some) photos, and am borrowing it soon (*cackle*) and I know what I want for my birthday.