When I signed up for English Language As level, I was not aware that I would have do do anything that felt so unnatural as "Blogging." I cant work out weather the art of writing about how you ate a sandwich at lunch in a way which is both entertaining and endearing is genuinely terrifying, or weather I'm just painfully self concious. Either way, I'm going to make the best of it, it may actually be fun.
My friends want me to write about my dreams, and as I don't have any ideas that seems like my best bet. if I get really into it I may throw in a bit of real life too (Highly likely, I get addicted to this kind of thing.) So the next time I have some fantastic adventure on the subconscious plain (Heroic and devastatingly attractive) I'll write it on down.
Back in reality; I might make friends with the caretaker, you know, the one with the massive glasses and the bald patch, I think his names Danny. Me and Danny had quite a chat today, we both happened to be a having a cigarette outside. He came up to me, and we began pondering our day to day life, as you do. It was quite a nice chat, really. Then again, I think I only want to be friends with him for the anecdotal value, which probably isn't very nice. On the plus side, I did accidentally miss psychology as a result of it, I think that's good. I'm becoming worried that my psychology teachers think I'm too serious as I sit in their lessons alone. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just don't want to seem boring. Perhaps my absence helped convince them that I in fact lave an impulsive mind and an enticing devil may care attitude? Perhaps not.
Proportion of 5 a day reached: 0/5
Times shoved past prepubescent schoolchildren blocking the corridor in sixth form hissy fit: 2
Revision sheets lost: 3
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