You've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

As you may be able to tell, I have discovered and fallen in live with Dirty Harry, yet another in my line of Clint Eastwood marathons.

But this quote seems oddly fitting, because I had some fairly good things happen yesterday.

I'm going to resit my media exam because the examiners were dicks and it seems like if I do it again, my D grade might be pushed to a C or B. 

I finally know were my media coursework is heading, too. We mapped it out yesterday so I feel more sure of myself. And I have a book to get that will actually tell me what to revise.

I got an offer for Bournemouth university, so long as I get the grades. This is really great news because it seems I'll definitely get at least the grades for there. It's close to home, and if I go there I get the feeling my parents want me to stay here, but me and Moony have dreamed of our own place for years and if I don't move out In August I might crack.

I also got offered Judge Dredd comics by a teacher I'd never met because she had some in her garage to get rid of and noticed my Dredd badge on my coat.

I know it's not a great belief, but I very much feel that sometimes the universe/life does little things to remind you that the world can be a kind place.

I picked up that badge in the morning on a whim because I was looking for a pen, and decided to pin it on at the bus stop because it's seriously awesome.

I was walking in a different part of school than usual, because I was meeting a somewhat friend so we could pick up food someone got us. The teacherwas walking   past at that exact moment, and now I own some things that I love utterly, and can actually call my own. A series of small adjustments have led to something great. This is amazing to me.

I also watched a cool film called Gigola, which I recommend to future me reading this and anyone else that likes french films about a classy dressed lesbian and her group of pretty ladies, and incredibly classy sex scenes.

So it was a good day, and I do feel lucky. Me and Moony have nearly survived or first week until we next see each other and I finally know what to do for school. Things are looking up.

I do not fear what is to come, but what has already been.

Yesterday, I've been informed, was Trans* awareness day. Seems strange, since for me Trans* Awareness Week was in Bournemouth back in February or something. I literally missed it by two weeks when I got settled into Over The Rainbow.

Yesterday, I finished my AS English Literature exam. The first part of the paper was literally unlike anything ever in the paper, and we've been through all of them, so that was painful. I managed to make links and do all that was required, but it was not as good as it could have been. We were all very unprepared.

Part two, however, was a question we'd actually done last week. So that was easy.

Today, I met up with a best friend and someone I haven't seen for a while. We got crap food and went to my mate's house because his family are out of town and we wanted to watch movies. We've gone through A Very Potter Musical, and then the person I haven't met for a while, who I'll name Coulson, admitted she hasn't seen half of the latest half of season 7 of Doctor Who. My mate's internet was fucked up, so we could only show her last week's episode.

The finale was very painful, and emotional, and I'm not going to talk about it because Moony reads this and she hasn't seen it yet. But Coulson was a complete wreck from beginning to end. Literally. It was a bit endearing, really. We were all screaming, shouting and pointing at the screen. I despair for anyone living in surrounding houses.

I feel like I have important things to say, but I don't really.

I'm two exams down, three to go. Two Critical Thinking exams that I should be revising for, and an English exam that I rock at. I don't need to revise that much because English is something I'm fairly good at.

Now we're chilling out on the couch, with Coulson and my mate playing Black Ops - Coulson is badass, as expected from the name - and I'm tumbling/reading Autostraddle/writing this. It's a nice friendship we have here, and something I've come to appreciate.

I'm beginning to feel a little wary about my exams, though. Not the ones to come, the ones that have already been. I am going to move to Uni no matter what grade I get, but if I'm not able to get into Brighton I don't know what I'm going to do.

I have 99 problems and right now Literature is a lot of them.

I have an exam tomorrow in Literature and I'm scared. I'm scared because sure, I know how to get the grades now, but I don't know how to learn the quotes. I need to be able to cover a lot of themes but I'll only end up using one. I need to write efficiently about Carol Ann Duffy poems so I need to know the poems well enough to look at the blank copy on my desk and work from it. I got a C and a D in the two halves of my mock, and my mate says you always do better in the real thing, but I'm still wary.

I've hardly eaten my dinner because I'm not hungry, I've watched Peter Pan Return To Neverland, drawn me and my mate Ivan as Lost Boys, and listened to most of Hank Green's music since I got home at 1pm, and revised a bit, but I should have spent it all revising. I also planned Ivan's birthday/whatever present, but he isn't allowed to know what it is and I don't know if he ever sees this page.

The problem is that I feel helpless whenever I do because I realise how much there is to know.

But this time tomorrow no more Literature AS level. So that's something.

And Supernatural is to be watched as soon as Moony gets home again, since we always watch together. I can't go on tumblr until I watch it. It's the finale, and I'm not entirely sure I'm ready for the emotional onslaught I'll undoubtedly get, but I'd rather have pain from characters than my actual life.