The title isn't really true; all i mean is a don't really have anything to write. What does one write in such a blog? I've already written about life being good, and nothing really significant has happened ('cept helen) but i've written about that too. The only thing i can really say is that I'm glad it's the weekend. I'm happy for a break, not a huge rest, but just a chance to relax for a bit. I'm also happy because some people are coming over, and that should be fun. But i worry that soon i'll be going on about life again, and i'd rather not bore you with that. I want to write. But i can't really without sending you to sleep or making you avert your eyes everytime you see such boring material not worthy of a read.
Something interesting needs to happen.
And the worse thing is, i've sort of played my joker in a sense, because i can't even write about not having anything to write about anymore; i've already used that idea. The most interesting thing happening that i can post about (that i haven't before) is Mr Howell (who does make me laugh) telling us about his intricate ways of sellotaping a pair of jeans to a whiteboard, or playing us another bleeding video clip so that he can join Mr Boughton watching things on the internet and drinking from mouldy teacups. So that's this post idea out the window. Damn
Maybe i should never post this.
Oh well.
Josh xx
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