A long overdue catch up

I like the part where it goes "why can't we be friends".

It makes me sad when people aren't speaking. I can't propagate about letting go of grudges and forgiving and forgetting, because I don't preach what I don't practice, but it doesn't stop it from being sad. I hope you reconcile sooner or later. You guys were so close.

But then, I suppose, she and I were close once too.

Well, hey. It's been a while. In fairness, I was meaning to update a week ago, but in the early hours of last Thursday, about a kilometre of that massive BT wire that runs underground was severed and stolen from just outside my village, cutting off the internet and phone lines to everyone in a several-mile vicinity. So I've been without internet for the majority of the last week, which was a bummer, but I actually got a lot of work done, which is cool. It's funny how quickly exams have become serious. A month ago I was still kind of dismissive about summer. A levels, pff. Now I enter into a state of panic whenever I think about them. Which is most of the time. Ahh.

Other than that looming over me like an overprotective parent, the last couple of weeks have been really, really happy. I'm happy, I feel happy! Haha!

So what's happened in the last couple of weeks... I finished the Virginia Woolf coursework. At long fucking last. And I got my marks for it - 35/40, thank you very much! Ohhh, Virginia Woolf. I'm done with you. I never have to deal with you ever again. Until university, when I'll inevitably be made to read everything you've ever written. That will be a sad day. But until then.

What else... Ehh, not a lot. Hehe.

And to my dear Zilla - I believe my boggart would be an enormous flock of pigeons, possibly seagulls, flying out of the cupboard and flapping around my head while I break down and panic. I hate hate hate birds. Like Randy Hickey.

It's worrying me slightly that I don't have anything interesting to say. It seems, as I become more content with the way my life is going, I have less drama to talk about. Or maybe there's less I can actually write on here because, as much as I trust the two people who read this, I just can't tell you some stuff without the security of you being here.

Quote of the Day: "I love youuu." "Aww, I love you t-" "Wasn't talking to you." [Anonymous and his fail of an I-love-you-too moment.]