Boomerang My Head
I've always wanted to write a journal and my boredom forces me to write something. That something just so happens to be this for now, when I should really be completing my essay on Charles Dickens, and then I have to re-draft my media essay: so why not write a journal?
Is it me, or is the summer holidays really over-rated? I've got... what? A week or so before I have to go back to the halls of Highfield and I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop blasting my iPod via my hi-fi speakers. Just like every other day.
I try to break the habit, I mean, I went for a walk yesterday but ended up getting whistled at and then straight after someone tried to throw Powerade (type of sports drink) at me. So I probably won't do that again.
Everyone says it but last summer was so much better; barely anyone went on holiday and I went out to loads of places even though I didn't hang with the 'scene' kids or whatever. I even got to see Anthony, who I barely ever see because he lives so far away. You know, back when my Auntie wasn't a lesbian and when I didn't have eight active stories on the go and when I didn't know about half of the weird secrets my dysfunctional family has. Back before heart attacks and food poisoning and GCSEs and stupid obssessions.
Last summer I didn't have anything remotely like GCSE results to worry about; I was almost excited about Year 10 and the prospect of doing these important exams, but at the time I didn't know how much I actually fail at life and wouldn't really cope with all of this... stuff I have to do.
Yeah, I'm looking forward to Year 11, there'll be perks of being older than everyone else and I'll be turning 16. But I sorta miss the days where I was allowed to be dumb, look pretty and play Harry Potter on the Playstation One for entire days without getting told to go out for 'exercise'. I miss the days when I didn't have a gym membership and I still believed I'd invented my own version of Communism with Pokemon cards.
Tori xo
Is it me, or is the summer holidays really over-rated? I've got... what? A week or so before I have to go back to the halls of Highfield and I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop blasting my iPod via my hi-fi speakers. Just like every other day.
I try to break the habit, I mean, I went for a walk yesterday but ended up getting whistled at and then straight after someone tried to throw Powerade (type of sports drink) at me. So I probably won't do that again.
Everyone says it but last summer was so much better; barely anyone went on holiday and I went out to loads of places even though I didn't hang with the 'scene' kids or whatever. I even got to see Anthony, who I barely ever see because he lives so far away. You know, back when my Auntie wasn't a lesbian and when I didn't have eight active stories on the go and when I didn't know about half of the weird secrets my dysfunctional family has. Back before heart attacks and food poisoning and GCSEs and stupid obssessions.
Last summer I didn't have anything remotely like GCSE results to worry about; I was almost excited about Year 10 and the prospect of doing these important exams, but at the time I didn't know how much I actually fail at life and wouldn't really cope with all of this... stuff I have to do.
Yeah, I'm looking forward to Year 11, there'll be perks of being older than everyone else and I'll be turning 16. But I sorta miss the days where I was allowed to be dumb, look pretty and play Harry Potter on the Playstation One for entire days without getting told to go out for 'exercise'. I miss the days when I didn't have a gym membership and I still believed I'd invented my own version of Communism with Pokemon cards.
Tori xo
Posted on August 28th, 2008 at 05:00pm
