Sleepwalking my way through life: It could be YOU



It could be YOU

Friday is here again, and I shall not disappoint.

I am actually at home right now having neglected my blogging duties at school. I headed to the town centre with Clare instead so we could grab a lottery ticket in the vain hope of winning the cool hundred and twenty five million spondulies. We filled out the cards jokingly, both saying that there was a one in seventy million chance of winning yet both habouring a secret hope in our chests that we were that one.

"Apologies for the weird writing. I'm going to do a personal essay as part of my Creative Folio for English and I'm just getting into the practice of things."

I said to the empty room, listening to my words echo around and repeat themselves. School work was heavier these days and I often find myself speaking out in frustration at the lack of quotes or how this sentence makes no sense. The music that poured out of my speakers gave no help, instead of being flooded with calm and concentration I would be drowned in unneeded thoughts that proved minor distractions.

It was then, and only then, that I realised what an utter twat that I was sounding.

I'm thinking of regurgitating a blog or two to get myself started. They're all gold anyway, so I have nothing to except sit back and watch the A roll in.

Well, that and endless amounts of back breaking studying. That should do the trick.

I'm meeting my other half tomorrow in Glasgow. We're going to walk about and try on trousers for Valentines Day. Maybe a trip to the giant television where we'll catch the adventures of a very small piece of poultry.

Maybe.
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