Probably not, in reality, as some how I doubt the three facebook friends who read the first post will be so captivated as to pledge allegiance to my daily dronings.
Anyways, seeing as you're here, although perhaps only hypothetically, I shall continue regardless.
Today was the Davenant Sixth form orientation, and all went well, other than some quota-filling beurocrat deciding that if all our teacher gave us work for the summer, we would clearly become hugely better at independent study, and therefore be better at sixth form. In a shocking display of cruel irony, while I was out collecting all these assignments, my sister failing to hear the door knocker resulted in my father removing the power cable of the Xbox, quite patronisingly and without any consultation, thus depriving me of beutiful, pointless relaxation in the upcoming week, and replacing it with the most dreary and pointless of essays and the like.
I realise now that I write a lot on this old thing, and I thought about cutting back, but then I was like 'no. This is good stuff'. I'm not really sure that this is good stuff, or even partially decent stuff, but it made me feel better. Besides, this fills time, which is something I'm going to have plenty of now. I have decided to actually get people to call me 'GLD' [see 'about blog', or something of the like], but I doubt I will succeed in this plight, save for a few converts who are taking to it quite heartily, and one person who is agreeing to it solely on the understanding that I don't bring up a particular girl in reference to them being attracted to said girl. They aren't even attracted to said girl, so their annoyance bewilders me, but I'm cool with being called GLD. Eat up, my ever hungrier and more deluded ego.
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