Apparently.
I've been home for a couple of weeks now and I've done almost nothing for all that time. AApart from a 6 hour walk to get away from my house all I have been up to since i've been back is eat, sleep, play computer games and go out drinking with my crippled brother and his friends.
For all my talk about getting a job I have done nothing that could be mistaken for effort in that respect and now with my younger brothers GCSEs over I begining to think that it was time well spent.
Granted it's how I spent the vast majority of my GCSE and A-level study leave and the summers following them, but I had such high hopes for myself.
Not just that, this near constant state of hungover limbo makes it very hard to come up with interseting or thought provoking blogs. Like when I went to uni I would write an e-mail home every week to say how I was doing (because e-mail is not a verb!). But in my third term i sent a grand total of 2 emails because I had nothing that they would want to hear.
Ah well rather than just shut up shop for the summer I pledge towrite whenever a thought or topic that intrigues me arises, or when I'm bored.
But possibly not.
My sub-concious is torturing me in my dreams!
And I can't believe they drowned Charlie, He was the best thing in that show! Fucking Lost
Pax
Don
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