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It is currently 23:46 here in the UK, and I am utterly devoid of sleep. I really hate it when this happens, because I know that I have to get up at half past six tomorrow, because I have college, and I know that I have to go there. But I still can’t sleep. So I thought I would write on here, as I haven’t done it in about a week.

About ten minutes ago, I was looking out of the window, hoping that the tree in the garden would make me feel tired, and thinking about this blog. Every one of my posts gets about ten views, which I think is quite a lot really, considering I only started this as a creative outlet for when I get bored. So I will now thank you for reading this. It is probably a reasonable time now where you are. But anyway, thanks.

Really.

(It is now 23:55. Booyah.)

 

Storytime!!!!

I forgot that I had a story to tell. So now I will tell it.

It was the end of the day at college, and I went to find my bus. Sadly, they had closed the doors and were refusing to let anyone else on. (That bus driver is a dickface) This meant that I had to get a different, and therefore scary bus.

I got on that bus, and it was also full. Presumably not as full as the other bus.

The whole story is basically that. I had to get off the bus about a mile from my house. It was all downhill though, which is good.

Fin.

 

Epiphany alert!!!!

So today, I have a day off from college. It’s officially called a “study day”, but they must know that no-one does any actual studying. For example, so far today I have watched half of 500 days of Summer, half of The Social Network, and the beginning of Avatar. OFF TOPIC!!!!

What I was going to say before I got distracted, was that I just read some of my old posts, and they can’t really be described as blogs. Most of them are just a sentence long, and the rest aren’t much more than that. But that’s kind of the way I like it, less stories, more disjointed thoughts. It looks very professional though, like it was all written by a responsible adult. Then you read it. And you realise that there is someone a bit mad behind it. Which is excellent.

 

College =S

I have been advised not to take my ukulele to my first day of college, as everyone will want to kill me and this will severely reduce the chance of anyone  to like me.

So I am taking it on the second day.

I AM A GENIUS.

 

This. Is. Not. Happening.

The left clicky button thing on my laptop has broken. It no longer clicks. My life is over.

 

*facepalm*

So, about a minute ago I was sat on my bed, with very audibly running bath water, and thinking REALLY DEEPLY about something I had forgotten. It was after literally five minutes when it clicked; BATH!!!!!! TIS RUNNING!!!!

uuuuuuunggggh.

I am an IDIOT.

 

LALALALA

So…..

My mum’s friend came round, and asked me how it went in London. I told her that I bought a ukulele. She just smiled and left. She has just accepted this.

This shows that I am strange, and people accept this.

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