Late night panic

You may have realised over the last few weeks that I have "sold out" in many ways. Posting short stories, plays, documentaries, basically anything that I bother to knock out when I'm bored, no pun intended. Whereas what I should be doing is entertaining and enthralling with my comedy style reviews! Doi!

But I'm scared.

For possibly the first time in my life, ever, one of my nonsensical reviews is going to decide my future, in just a dozen or so hours, when I stride elegantly into my english classroom (to the sound of gasps all around as my classmates take in my dashing masculine beauty, cursing themselves for having gone whole days without it over the weekend) I will be forced to sit down, possibly quite damply, and scribble out 600 or so words in an actual factual test.

If you like this style of post, head over to http://www.disney.co.uk/DisneyMovies/high-school-musical-3movie/ while I nervously attempt to work up the courage to defenestrate while I'm still young. (Look up "defenestrate" and use it on your friends! They'll be amazed!)