Exams: 2 down, 1 to go.

Drama tomorrow, then that's it. C'est Finissent.
No more school.

It's actually quite a hard thought to take in properly: the gravity of all its implications haven't had time to work on me yet. It'll come in time, I suppose. After the break for exam leave, coupled with visits downcounty to Uni and gandparents, I'm beginning to clock on to what's really important to my life, formostly my future life. Banff, in comparison, seems like small potatoes; Small minded people, dull town, Deveron FM. It's all quite depressing, and I'll definitly be glad to be rid of all of it.

Of course, I'll miss friends and the (scant) good times here, but the sheer mass of possibilitys and wide horizons my future is offering up is NOT something to be shyed away from, despite efforts of life to try and convince me otherwise. Like Saturday's upcoming Scott family reuniuon. (should that be ruination?)
I really no not like my family. Most I've never met, and the rest are idiots, psychotics and drug addicts who claim thier jam session group are "shit hot". It's very true that the 21st centuary family unit is made up of friends, not relatives. I could never meet another Scott relative ever again, and it honestly would never mean any odds to me.

Anyway, I really should learn more about the Cell Cycle and human physiology for the next time an exam comes round. Ah well the exam was a good trial run for ones in future.

I also am resolved to get a banjo as soon as possible so I can learn to play it. It had become an essential target for me now.


Interesting music for today:
Mixing Scottish fiddle with Tenor Jazz Sax and Cuban Son (on piano)
Very odd. Very Catchy. Very, Very Good.