Thick as a sort of small to medium sized book.

Fail. Despite my German teacher telling me afterwards that I 'nearly nailed it', my German speaking exam today was riddled with flaws. Of the sleep deprivation induced sort - getting into the exam room, receiving the question 'Wie bist du gefahren?' and not being able to remember how to say 'car' in German. Somewhat strange that I could remember 'Autobahn', yet not be on-the-ball enough to break it down into its constituent parts.

I blame the Liberal Democrat party, as in a last minute attempt to drum up publicity for my ownr school party (Socialist), against our main rivals, I woke up early this morning to design some posters. Admittedly, I got a bit carried away and decided to design posters concerning every party standing in our little election, all with the motto 'Vote Socialist' at the bottom, in case the reader hadn't quite got the picture, although now, thinking of it, I should have put it in the bottom left rather than the bottom right corner. Still, what's done is done.

Also, I'm not sure whether I posted, undoubtedly in a fit of gibbering excitement, about the (then) forthcoming Deathfest over the weekend. I can tell you now, despite a cold and a headache, it was IMMENSE. Although admittedly it started off with some pretty mediocre crap - The Way Of Purity were frankly laughably bad - it certainly geared up, becoming truly great fun roughly around Infestation. In my mind, the best band were indisputably Negura Bunget, even with Negru's new line up, although mainly that's just because they were a bit different, and I was tired of brutal death metal. Other great performances were Dawn Of Chaos (a nice surprise), Amputated, Wormrot, and Immolation. Both Hour Of Penance, whose sound was obscured by a poor mix, and Brujeria, the headliners, were letdowns.

And then a glorious Bank Holiday! Or part of one, anyway, as a combination of my cold and getting in late meant that I slept in until about 11 o' clock. Then there was Match Of The Day, which was basically my football nerdout session for the weekend. Then? A gaping gap (maybe an unneeded adjective) of revisioooon. Zzzzz. Halb vier? Ach! War ich schlafen? Ach, nein! Muss ich Deutsch lernen! Then we get back to the whole car situation, along with a frankly unremarkable week.