"Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue. And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true."

I never thought I'd say this, but I am almost finished the Age of Innocence.

I don't know how I am going to cope once I've finished it; it is clearly the best book ever written. I feel almost as if life is no longer worth living but, although it will be incredibly tough and I will feel like part of me is missing for a while, I know that i must go on and try to get through this life without it and its glorious "social criticism." This quote epitomizes its highly riveting plot( try to refrain from jumping out of your seat): " Her hand remained in his, and as the carriage lurched across the gang-plank onto the ferry he bent over, unbottoned her tight glove, and kissed her palm as if he had kissed a relic."

Shocking, I know.
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This week has not been particularly eventful and, as a result, I'm finding myself wallowing in a state of pessimism that I keep attempting to shake off, but keep revisiting. I'm not exactly sure why I've become-though Catherine insists I haven't- a total grump-machine, though I'm deliberating that it might be because it's that time of the month soon; when my mind seems to get completely overrun with emotion and I therefore become a philosophical weirdo for a few days.

I have a slight feeling that this mood will soon wear off, since Mannafest is on this weekend and that will be followed by a fun-filled week of school, consisting of the highlights of my school year: the talent show and non-uniform day, which is, unlike last year's poor excuse for non-uniform day, a proper one. This means that we will actually be allowed to wear- god forbid- normal clothes, instead of the trendy school P.E. kit, which is obviously just as good in the eyes of Mrs Gormley. It amazes me that she thinks having to wear your P.E. kit is less embarrassing than normal clothes. Clearly there is nothing more mortifying in the entire world than having to wear your toothpaste stained tracksuit top that you've had from first form, which has now become, more or less, a belly top because you've gained a few pounds on the old hips and, surprisingly enough, have grown since back then when you'd only just hit adolescence.

The "talent" show, I imagine, will also be a great laugh despite the fact that there is less talent every time I go and that the "slaves" from our highly attractive year group leave much to be desired. I'm sure they'll make the junior girls very happy, which is the main thing, as the only feeling they'll be evoking in us is nausea.

Next Friday will be a fantastic day in general, as it's Nicola's 18th that day, so I'll be heading round to her party that night and, judging by how she's described the food, it sounds like I may be returning home twice as big, which I really don't need now that Im piling weight on every half hour. I'm still a long way off obese, so as long as it stays that way, I can't say I really care. Eating is my favourite part of the day, which is, for me, all day.

I promised myself I'd get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight, so I'm ending this blog here before it ends up half one or something. I struggle to stay away having got 7 hours of sleep.

night, amigos.