So here’s my newest excuse. For you, not the teacher.
I took lots of photos over the weekend, because I like doing photo posts after the weekend. It’s nice to look at some pictures instead of having to read lines and lines of text. But I haven’t had any time to actually get around to uploading the photos and whatnot to actually do the post. So I’m now devoting a whole post to pure nothingness as I attempt to explain myself to you. I can only hope you are more understanding than my teachers.
Reasons as to why I have been so busy include, but are not limited to:
- Six page essay on the poetry of Robert Frost
- Planning outfits for London, baby!
- Chemistry lab manual has to be handed up tomorrow. Fuck that shit.
- Biology exam papers on transport, blood, lymph and one other topic that I can’t recall at this present moment in time.
- Irish essay on Faoiseamh a Gheobhadsa
- This never-ending maths proofs thing. Every chapter. I swear to God.
- Mick Flannery
- Shopping. In town. On Saturday. With nice people.
- Dinner with my parents.
- Coffee in Kinsale
I do think that is the majority of what I have been doing. Oh wait! How did I forget. Gossip Girl – Season 2. It takes up most of my waking hours not spent doing homework. All of them actually. So blame Nate Archibald’s hotness if you’re missing my words so much.
Actually, speaking of words, in the past few weeks I have really started loving English. It’s kind of strange because I always hated it, even though I did well in it due to my most important talent of being able to ramble about everything and nothing and still seem to say the right thing. I’m just loving this blogging thing. It kind of just flows and once I start I can’t stop. Like now, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. See how all my posts deviate completely from the title? And how I appear to be extremely fond of going off on a tangent?
And while I was doing my Frost essay earlier, I actually kind of enjoyed it. I found it pretty hard to keep to the six page limit. That’s a bad thing though, because I focused completely on his ideas and not his use of language so that’s like half the marks gone but I’m not a big fan of language and I love just rambling about various topics so I knew it was always going to end up like that.
London on Thursday! Woo! Check-in at 6am in the morning though, so I’m starting my going to bed early regime so that I won’t be all tired and crochety. 10pm is my new bedtime, so that gives me exactly three minutes to finish this post, check Facebook one last time, get some toast, pack my school bag, clear off my bed, change, brush teeth etc, read the paper and finally close my eyes.
I’d better get started.
P.S. Posts in the coming days about my weekend, accompanied by beautifully blurry pictures!
P.P.S. I’m now down to two minutes. Oíche mhaith.