Whelp, little has happened since my last blog.  I wrote a poem.  I have no shame in that.  No shame, you hear.  Real men write poems.  Not all the time, because that is pansy, but just sometimes when they're tired and poemy. 

Well, this week has been not that exciting.  I had my first day at sixthform, during which I wore a suit and was really suave.

At the current time, I have a presentation to write and 22 chapters of Catch 22 to read, probably for Monday or sometime then.  I am not really starting sixth form in the most pace making of paces, to be honest.

I can sense that this post is pretty bad, and getting pretty worse, similarly to how I am getting exponentially more tired.  I promise the next one will be better.  If nothing interesting happens I'll write you a story.  With an elephant called Trevor in it.