Friday 3rd April 2009

Well I'm home now. Finally the end of the term. Thank god!

I am so tired it's unbelievable. I'm not getting much sleep lately, and I have a sneaky suspicion it might be insomnia. I'd rather not be on sleeping tablets, but if I have to, then I have to. There's not much I can do about it, if it's doctor's orders!

I spent my breaktime with Sammy. I saw her going into the library as I wascoming out of I.T, so I followed her in. I'd wanted to find her to say "Happy Easter" anyway. Even thought I only spent about ten minutes with her, it was great. I miss it, spending time with her. Even when it was just the breaktimes. Those fifteen minutes might seem so undistinguished from all the other fifteen minute break times you get, but it's only until you lose what you had going on in them, that you realise how important they actually were. I miss her.

I'm just listening to Paramore, got "Riot" in there at the moment. I love their music. It's actually amazing! Bella and I are looking out for news of a Paramore tour. Hopefully, with a bit of luck, we'll be able to catch them somewhere over here. "Here We Go Again" just came on. It was the first song I ever learnt to sing of Paramore's. Graham and I were rehearsing for our band. Too bad nothing ever came of that!

I got my electric guitar yesterday. Bought it off a mate along with the amp, the case, a tuner and two straps. It an awesome guitar and I got all of that for £80. I was really proud of myself. I almost just typed "well proud of myself" but I managed to stop. I'm trying extra hard to not say it, I sound like a right idiot. Hannah points it out every time I say it, and it's not becoming annoying as such, but it's certainly making me want to stop saying it.

Lovely weather outside. I'm sitting here at my desk with my window open and the sun shining on my face. I'm just going to pop over to the office to get the trimmer/Guillotine thing. I'm doing some scrapbooking today, I've told myself I'm going to do it so I will. I need to chop up the lyrics from that Ron Pope song that I've copied down. My artistic talent is appalling, but somehow my scrapbook pages seem to awe people.

Well, that's enough big-headedness for one day isn't it? :)

Might be back later on, might not. We'll see how it goes. I might well have nothing else to say, and anyway, I've already written twice today. Not that I made any promises, right?

So, see you!

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