That Blog: Because I'm Overdue For A New Blog Post
by, 29th June 2012 at 08:02 AM (398 Views)
...And because I have nothing else to do right now.
Well, as of 10.09AM on Wednesday, I never have to set foot in a school ever again for as long as I live (and I'm defining 'school' as 'a place of education for ages up to and including 16). And I'm glad the exam season is over, because if I ever hear that damned invigilator say 'trans-PAIR-unt' again, I swear I'll kill him with my bare hands...
It was funny at first. Then it became irritating. Now it's infuriating. And it's not just me who thinks that. Everyone doing exams this season in my (ex-)school found his inability to pronounce the word 'transparent' annoying. So it's not just me being violent. But seriously...give the man some elocution lessons or something!
In other recent news, I finally grew the balls to phone that old friend of mine that I keep going on about that I haven't seen for seven years. I actually met up with him last Sunday, and I'll be seeing him again this Monday, since I'll be heading back down to Hampshire via Coventry (as my father has a business meeting to attend there), and said anonymous friend of mine lives in Rugby, which isn't too far from there. Yay.
My old friend has not changed a bit. ...Well, that's not true. He's taller, slimmer and got crazy acne on his cheeks, but he's still the same shy, reclusive guy I used to know. And he reminds me of myself; we are rather alike in terms of personality. And I kind of feel like it wouldn't be morally right to say this, but I will anyway: if it transpires that he's gay or bi, I have no qualms whatsoever about dating him.
A hasty decision? Perhaps. I'm not saying that I'd do everything in my power to make it happen; I'm just saying it's something I'd be happy to do. Still, I can't help feeling like a bad person, somehow, for saying that.
On a different kind of personal note, I had yet another dream, last night, in which I sneak out of my house in the dead of night, outside of my own volition, only to fear retribution from my parents for doing that. In this instance, it was apparently my routine to hide in my father's car, at night, and read a chapter or two of a book, before returning to bed, but on this night (the only one I actually experienced in the dream; the rest was dream-given knowledge), my father was waiting in the car to catch me in the act, so I ended up running away on foot.
Don't ask me how, but I ended up at an ice rink by way of Crossgates town centre (it's near Leeds, in Yorkshire), where my father caught up with me. I forget what happened next. Then I woke up. I haven't looked up what a dream like that is meant to mean, but I will. I'll do that after I post this, so by the time you read this (assuming you are reading this), I'll know what dafuq my subconscious is trying to tell me.
In closing...wow, I didn't think I had that much to say, but as it turns out, this blog post came out far longer than intended. Oh, well. That's not exactly a bad thing. Unless, that is, you're of the 'tl;dr' persuasion- in which case, why are you even looking at my blog? Regardless...I never know how to sign these off, so I suppose I'll just cut it off mid-senten
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