Another weekend over, another time where all my good intentions not to waste time went out of the window. One day I really will get round to tidying my room, painting my room and finishing my homework by Friday evening. Honest.
On Friday, after a rather easy tiring and strenuous first 3 days at sixth form I celebrated with a party at James. This bore all the signs of a good do- no parents, nibbles, 11 teenagers, 2 days and next door neighbours who didn’t want us to make noise. This sounds like it’s going to be a disaster doesn’t it? Well, for blogging purposes it would have better had it been, but as it was I rather enjoyed most of it and so can’t think of many particularly scathing comments to write about it. Apart from a two and a half hour metallica concert at 1am, but to be fair I did sleep over most of that, and I should have expected it as James really does like metallica a lot and it was his house…
After this we put on Billy Connely but I don’t think anybody listened to that as it really wasn’t very funny (I’m not a big fan of him actually. He’s about as funny as todays geography lesson about glaciers, and certainly as interesting), so we talked over that and then fianlly got some sleep. I would talk more about this but then it gets perilously close to becoming a diary, rather than just a collection of random thoughts so I won’t, especially as noone really watns to hear what I’m saying…
