As if getting up at 7am on a Monday morning wasn't a trial enough, to come to college at 8.30am and find your lesson's been cancelled surely takes the biscuit. Realising furthermore you do not have another lesson until 11.30am then goes beyond some sort of sick joke. Being the bookworm I am all my studying is complete and now i severely resent not slipping 'Watchmen' into my bag this morning to complete and thus prepare myself for the next installment of comic novels with an abundance of pictures plus delightfully lacking in words. However, my brain having had to surface at such an inimicable time in the morning doesn't possess this intelligence, and so I am having to stew between webpages and desperately wishing 24 days would pass.
After i finish college I shall be rounding up 'the gang' to go to Ceremony in London. I haven't been in a while, but then the atmosphere of the most conceited city in England isn't much to admire. I just hope the whole hatin-for-rumour thanggg has kind of died down a little and been replaced with more ego, or something. I don't like casting a net upon the whole school of fish as there are some brilliant little swimmers in the pool, but right now and as ever, it's all about a generalisation. What would a backward Norfolk kid know anyway? I'm probably ploughing a field or creating offspring with fellow relatives. Ho ho.
My legs are cold and i am in desperate need of something to fill the next two hours.
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