Writing Words.

Although I am doing it now, I am thinking:  writing words is one of the things that I like doing, and that I am told I am good at, and that I should do more often times.  I mean, I know I'm writing words at present, they are not very imaginative or compelling ones, more just the contents of the last few days spilt clumsily onto paper.  So on the one hand, I could write a blog of short mind ramblings, similar to this one but entirely fictitious, or on the other, I could just write some form of story.  I am more inclined currently towards the latter, and I'm thinking of writing a bragilliant story, one with frogs that turn you into frog zombies, and sheep with hollowed out eyes and no jawbone, and fate and irony and a pterodactyl.

I remember promising in my last post that I would write a story if nothing happened that was exciting, but I can't remember what it was, or even anythign else I wrote, so I'm going to find exciting things that occured.

Firstly, I wore a suit to sixth form, which made me better then every last one of the raggamuffins who stumble around in lower school not wearing a suit, and made me feel better than literally everyone who wasn't wearing a suit.  I also had the priveledge of missing a homework deadline, and missing some of the lesson to do the homework.  As crazy as it seems, I'm loving the concept that the punishment for not getting educated is just not getting educated.  This combined with being a joint fire academy leader has made me vow to myself that I am going to obliterate everyone's expectation with my sick organisation manouvres.  'Twill be a parr of the most organised variety.

Also, climbing.  I haven't done it in ages, and I need to get back on a wall.  I yearn for callous covered hands (my own, obviously) that make me all manly and tough.  I mean, chicks notice that kind of thing.  I'm still awaiting the rush of new sixth form chicks to be impressed by me.  I'm thinking maybe because I'm so organised they haven't realised I'm the David Lovell all their friends are talking about.  In good time, in good time.