School has slowly degraded into much of a muchness for me. It is starting to get very bland and unexciting, constantly doing the same work over and over again, sometimes doing work irrelevant to the subject (or task at hand.. hehe, I just wanted to say that). I swear teachers are joining together to form one union towards me in my "working" habits. I can slowly feel their ever present grasp on my throat, constantly choking me about the where-abouts of my work. It is slowly beginning to become more of a chore than something I'd rather do. I think I need a real good week or two of doing absolutely nothing. I'm starting to believe that I had to stay up longer and wake up earlier to get more things into my day. Well, I've always thought about this, and I would never get up early, but it seems like a really good option at the moment.

I have to start reading the bible. Anything after that first sentence will be completely overlooked as I had just said I want to read the bible. Now, I don't mean read the bible as in read it. But more like read it so I can get some good "witty" replies. If you hadn't noticed, the bible is full of bullshit and stupid things, so there is bound to be some stupid redundant comments in there that I can use for my own pleasure. Hm, I'm starting to run out of blogging topics. I shall use one more before I revert to one I used yesterday. I have to do some oral in history about the Smurfs. Well, not the Smurfs directly, but I have to teach the class about how the Smurfs were communists. Should be rather fun, I was thinking of doing a film of it, with me narrating, but that's too hard.

I should really get a new topic, but you have to suffer one more of my whines. I talked to Katerina yesterday. Now you know how I was going to send her to my blog when I saw her next. Well, that plan fell through the roof now didn't it? Believe me, I tried more than once to send her to my site, but by god it worked as good as shit sticks to water. Someone else so needs to send her there, I just can't do it. What is going to make matters worse (well, it's more of the awkward thing for me, not anyone else) that she is thinking of coming back to Dripstone next year for year 12, doing exactly the same classes that I do 'cept for one. Great you say, now I can tell her everything and be cool with it. But I'm quite sure things will end up backfiring and stabbing me in the face with the crushing of the friendship.

Jesus, built my car.