Having nothing to do...
...makes you want to do nothing. It's so strange and really annoying. I got up at twenty to twelve a couple of days ago and couldn't believe it.
I haven't posted for ages so I thought I'd put something up on the off chance that anybody reads it and also because I love to write. I'm writing a story at the moment and I managed to write 8000 words yesterday, I think I must have been on a roll! Hehe!
The end of term is slowly drawing near and it's slightly scary, the thought of being away from Bangor for sixteen weeks or however long it is, it'll be so odd. But the thing I struggle with most when I go back home is the fact that I can't make up my own rules and that I have to do as I'm told. It's such a strange thing when you've got so used to doing whatever you want whenever you want. So I'll have to see how I cope with that!
But before then I've got the summer ball. That's on Saturday! I finally managed to find some decent shoes and I just hope that they're comfy, although I'd be suprised if there was any pair of shoes that could still be comfy after ten hours! Ten hours...I'm going to be dead on my feet. But it should be fun, although church the following day will be interesting; I have a feeling I may fall asleep!
And then home on the 9th June! Can't believe two years is nearly over! Madness!