Four fillings and a dysfunctional family, please.

29 days to go.

Those four exams are approaching scarily fast, but what better break from revision than a lovely trip to the dentist?

Last night I discovered a hole in my bottom tooth, and today I visited the delightfully called 'surgery'.

20 minutes later I was informed I didn't just need one filling, I needed four. Four?! Who the hell has been sneaking into my room at night and sprinkling sugar over my teeth?!

'You need to cut down on sugar' the dentist said.

'Ok, I will!' I said, too mortified at the horrific state of my teeth to tell her I don't even eat that much sugar. Like, ever. Ma teef arr doomd. (Just practising what it'll sound like when I lose them all...).

That was shitty thing Number One in my day.

The second however, hit it out of the park.

Now picture this. Four years ago my parents got divorced. They now don't talk. At all. Ever. Never ever. You got that? They don't talk. So, upon receiving an email informing me I didn't get my three tickets to my graduation, but instead, two, I was thrilled as you can imagine.

Welcome to who do you like more, with your host Danielle! 

Time to choose between parents! Who should I travel with is always a fun decision to make. So pleased to be a part of this game.

Whilst my best friend did her best to console me ( in my 'I'M NOT GOING THIS IS RUBBISH' state you were wonderful, bravo to you), other people were less... helpful. Lovely how people can be so understanding... ahem. Given that stress makes me ill, I can now expect to be planking in my graduation gown, what's not to laugh about?! Thrilled. Simply...thrilled.

Silver lining? I'll be able to spot my parents a mile off. The ones throwing chairs at each other in the back row. Makes it far more memorable in my view!

Sigh.

Karma, I deserve some sorta miracle right about now!