Unfortunately for all you avid readers, there isn't a great deal of news from your favourite blogger( that's me by the way, in case you weren't aware).
It is exactly one week until Christmas and, like last year, I can't say that I'm feeling particularly festive. It could be due to the fact that my exams only properly finished yesterday, thus I haven't really had any time to think about Christmas but, more likely, it's because I'm growing up. Christmas is still Christmas at the end of the day and I know that it'll never stop being enjoyable but nothing will ever beat those good old days when you go to bed at about 7:00pm because you're afraid santa will catch you being awake and will decide not to give you any presents. Then, on Christmas morning, you'd run down the stairs as soon as you felt Santa had definitely been and gone and there was no chance of him spotting you, then deliberate which side of the room to go to first to open the presents.
The fact that I'll be able to pretend Santa is real again whenever I have children makes me want to have them right now. Not really, of course, because I don't want to be one of those mums who walks about carrying her child like it's a barbie doll and thinks that getting its ears pierced as soon as it's out of the womb makes it look attractive. Also, if I'm planning on getting pregnant and, therefore, married any time soon, I might need to actually find myself a boyfriend first. Wishful thinking, eh?
I basically did nothing today in school- that place where you're supposedly meant to be educated. 'Screw that' say the teachers at Belfast High School apparently. It seems they see it as more important to piss off to nameless courses than to actually teach the people whose education depends on them. Well, if that's how they're going to be, then I shall jolly well sit back and do nothing except, perhaps, eat one of Mrs Stirling's mint chocolate traybakes. So, not only is their lack of appearance affecting my knowledge, it's also having a bad effect on my health.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, which is undoubtedly the worst day of the week since I have no free periods. Tomorrow will be even more crap I'm thinking, because all of my friends are going up to Whiteabbey Presbyterian to practice for the Carol Service tomorrow night, which I am attending for some unknown reason. That means that most of my day will be spent as a loner, though at least it'll mean I might actually get some work done.
I'm going to end this blog right here, because I am still in my uniform and its almost 8:00pm and I'm feeling like a bit of a lazy cow.
I'll update you once I'm feeling more christmassy.
Bis Bald,
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