I've decided to start my own little blog within a blog (blogception!) And this will mainly focus on me as a person, in case anyone actually cares what I personally get up to in my spare time... I know I wouldn't care, if I were somebody else, who just so happened to stumble across this blog one day. But hey, it's also a good chance for me to start making a note of all the interesting things that happen during my life, so writing this 'Personal Blog' has some positive attributes, too. I guess... So, today's a Saturday. The weekend leading up to starting back at school for the new year. Great. The reality of just how quickly the vacation has passed finally hit me today, admittedly I still have tonight, tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday, but then Wednesday's gonna pop up like "Oh hey, I'm Wednesday. It's time for school, Leesha." With a big, stupid grin on its face. Ugh. And of all the days they could choose to send me back to school, it has to be a Wednesday. The day I hate, the day I've always hated. The day with double P.E. outside, in the rain with Mrs Marshall. Sounds fantastic. School's been pretty easy up until now, the work's been moderate, homework rarely assigned... But now, everything suddenly gets a lot more serious, due to exams. Or at least, it's supposed to. But since I started my exams a year early, anyway, it's not gonna seem much different to me. Just a lot more note-taking in class, but that's okay. I don't mind too much. My problem, however, with this year is that my school has just decided to change its uniform. A lot. Going from polo-shirts and jumpers, to blazers and ties. And I am NOT one for ties. The wretched things look hideous on me. Don't even get me started on my schools choice of blazer...
|Chillin' with Jamie & the kitten, Frodo... (2 months ago.)|
Unrelated: Earlier on, I was sitting with the family, watching 'The X Factor' on TV, due to the lack of motivation to do anything else. Watching people successfully win the judge's hearts has encouraged my little sister, Freya to audition for Britain's Got Talent. This isn't good. She isn't good. She really can't sing, but then if I tried to tell her that, I'd be the bad guy. So instead, I have to attend this audition with her and watch her pour her entire heart and soul into something she's terrible at. It breaks my heart.
But anyway, I have a few things I need to get sorted tonight, so I should probably stop writing now. I'll post again as soon as I can. Ciao! ~