White Christmas

We had a white Christmas this year!

It has been snowy for a few weeks but I’ve not had much luck with snow. There was a leak in one room in the house the other day, a drip coming from the ceiling. The snow was melting but the drain was blocked with ice and the water was leaking into the house. So I had to get the ladder and go out into the cold and scrape away all the ice and snow from the gutter. The only problem was that the ladder was too small for me to get to the right height to get at the gutter. So I was required to balance precariously at the top of the ladder to scrape at the snow and ice. After only a little success I climbed down, my brother gave it a shot with a bigger ladder, a wooden spoon and a soup ladle. The wooden spoon and soup ladle seemed to work, leastways the leak cleared up so we didn’t complain about the choice of tools and we managed to stop him before he put them back in the utensil drawer... so that's a bonus.

That among other things is what has made snow misfortunate, including newspaper delivering incidents. *Sigh* (Long term readers might know that newspaper delivering incidents are traumatic :P)


I know that in some places there is a lot more snow and some places none at all! So, did you enjoy a white Christmas this year or indeed a scorching hot one for some you? :)

Eighteen plus how many years?

Ok, we all like eating out every now and again. Recently though I have discovered a problem.

Well, the first time it happened and I’m in a restaurant and I have a foreign waiter. Firstly we order the drinks. Me, I go for Ginger beer (Which is usually non-alcoholic.) Then the foreign waiter comes back asks “Is this suitable sir?” as he is holding an Alcoholic Ginger Beer, 5.5% alcohol. I turn it down because I’m with my mom and tell him I’m not old enough to buy alcohol. So, he comes back and gives me a children’s menu. I’m thinking I haven’t been given one of these since I was five years old and so I’m left wondering where this guy comes from and asking myself…how old you need to be to buy alcohol in that country!?


So, after having recovered from the embarrassment of being given a children’s menu we go back to this restaurant. I ask for the Ginger Beer. The waiter brings the Alcoholic stuff.

Asks if I want it…

I respond…

“I’m really tempted but a few years ago I used to be a bit of an alcoholic. SOoo… I’ll have to decline.”

I realize this one isn’t a foreign waiter and I watch as he walks away doing the math in his head… Probably wondering “Eighteen plus… how many years?”


Well, one thing is for sure, I didn’t get no children’s menu that time!

The problem with being tall : Head banging - Banging of ones head.

You don’t need to like heavy Rock’ n Roll to be a “head banger”. In fact I’m a head banger. In fact I bang my head far too much! I’d say that is the worst thing about being tall. (I’m 6 ft 2)
Public transport’s worst for it; low ceilings or low shelves above where you sit so that every time you stand up you –

A - Bang you head which usually hurts.
Followed by
B – You look like a big lanky twat
Followed by
C – You swear loudly and the mother with kids behind you get Pis***
or
the OAPs behind you get Pis***
or
the small people behind you get Pis***

Earlier this week I stayed at a youth hostel for a couple of nights, much to my dismay they gave us a room aptly named “The Hobbit Room”. Its door (with the hobbit style round finish) was low enough for me to give the top of the door frame a high five with my head. Funnily enough the room had one bed which was raised a few feet off the ground and would require a hobbit to find a stepladder. (See “The Lord of the Rings” or “The Hobbit” for reference (Reference to hobbits not stepladders)).

Quite recently I read that when you are over 6ft 2 you start to get back problems. So here I am hoping I don’t grow an inch further because otherwise I’ll get back problems and brain damage… I’d clip my head off every single door.



I’m happy with this post. Thank-you for reading/ Skipping everything except the last sentence (I do that with dull posts sometimes… not that my post is dull ;)




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To busy for blogging - Not really, Poker took over.

I’ve not written a post in ages… like ten days!

Now, maybe it’s just me but I for one get fed up of long winded explanations as to why there was no posts for so long… *Hate them… *Just hate them…


Here is mine in case (for some strange reason) you are interested-


Well, that’s the thing right, I could say I spent the whole week at school and the rest of the time practising 3D pinball so I could beat my dad (Long story) but it wouldn’t be true... but I do have an interesting spin to the story, there was a whole week at school and for the rest of the time, I was addicted to online poker.

Yep, I gamble and I’m fifteen years old… *Shocking isn’t it?* Well, don’t worry. It is only on Facebook but it is strangely addictive. I made lots of “Money” throughout the week but then managed to lose 90% of it in 30 seconds. The following 20% in the following 35 seconds…


Anyway, I’m back now which is the main thing albeit I'm typing a lot slower since I sold my right arm to pay off my new debts… (Don’t let this stop you playing free family freindly poker on Facebook)

That is not my excuse for saying from now on I will only be posting two or three times a week. That is the case though, two or three time a week. (I sense two). You'll be glad to know it’s pure laziness.


Anyway, I’ll brainstorm some new ideas and be back in a couple of days. (I hope)

A swearing chef burns Fairy cakes... *Shocker*

A general statement – “All Chefs swear”



I worked for a week in a kitchen, the guy I was working with was a nice guy. He was a chef. “All Chefs swear”. This guy swore, a lot.

It wasn’t quite Gordon Ramsay style, it was a kind of “When you make a mistake you swear” kind of swearing. For example he swore when he burnt his batch of fairy cakes. (I’d like to point out I saved my batch ;) It was the kind of swearing that was almost… how to say it… necessary. I mean, that was a good batch of fairy cakes!

1000 views... Any excuse for a party?

Sorry guys, I'm not old enough to buy the alcohol.



Thanks for your support, through reading and commenting! As i've said before I love all my readers. (But those who comment I love more)


Imagine, if I had had google adwords from the start I may have made twenty pence already. *Gasp* I'm well on my way to online phenonemon status. :P


Thanks again and have fun getting drunk well into the night without me :)


I'd like to take this oppurtunity to highlight some of my older posts which you may not have read.

Diary of a semi retired paperboy

Long way or not even long enough to warrant a search for your iPod

My Midnight wander, Stars and constellations (or lack there of)

Glasgow! Bean cans! and a couple of LPs!

I was in Glasgow yesterday, not up to much…

I was supposed to be buying someone a present as well… instead I managed to buy them nothing and buy myself five CDs and two LPs. I got every single thing under £6 each… *Bargain* Ye, I’m hopeless with money, if it is in my pocket then it “burns a hole”, so I need to spend it quickly.

CDs
The Kinks – Singles collection
The Who – Then and now (Including the song “Pinball wizard” which bears some relevance)
Bob Dylan – The collection
Bryan Adams – Anthology
Jimi Hendrix –Experience Hendrix

LPs
Eric Clapton
Bryan Adams



I’ve found I’ve always wanted a Vinyl record. Don’t know why, but I have a record player so why not? Tonight I’ll try those two LPs tonight and have a hunt through my Dads old records. Old school ;)


It was funny, I was at my Grandmothers house on the way back from Glasgow, for some reason my Grandad (or Papa as we call him… Glaswegian) was saying how I need to build some muscle, he was saying I need to go home and get the bean cans and start doing bicep curls with them. He was like-

“Look, I’ll show you”

He tensed to reveal muscular arms. He told me how he had been using the bean cans every day (no doubt for the last 60 odd years of his life!). He now expects me to be stronger next time I see him now that he has given me his expert advice… (It certainly worked for him!)

It is time to hit the Bean Cans!

Be it Talk like a pirate day?

It was, on the 19th September (Every year) “International Talk like a pirate day”. That was just last Saturday, anyone reading this involved in “Talk like a pirate day”?

Unfortunately I forgot about it on the day so I wasn’t speaking like a pirate and I didn’t see an single pirate either! *Not even a single eyepatch*


Although, after browsing the net a little bit I found that tomorrow is National Comic book day! So, I’ll dig out the Spiderman pyjamas I owned when I was five and I’ll attempt to squeeze into them… and fail no doubt...

Those pyjamas made me feel Cool…

Kitchen work, work experience and Fairy cakes.

*Phew*, hard week over.

I’ve been gaining my “work experience” for this last week. Basically it’s where we get a week off school (What could be better?) to go and work for a company. You get a “certain degree of choice” into what you work as, that is if you get to pick near the beginning. I was quite near the end and ended up with a job, which quite frankly, wasn’t the best one there. I was a Kitchen assistant for a week. Not bad I suppose and I will say that in the end I did actually quite enjoy it.

I didn’t get that much experience of talking to old people staying at the home but there was one particular table at lunch time which had very friendly occupants. They kept, kept bringing up my height… basically making lots of tall jokes about me. ( I’m about 6’2)

“I think we need a stepladder to talk to you.”

“Six foot or seven foot?”

Me - “How are you?”
Friendly old man - “Fine, except I’m getting a sore neck looking up at you”

This next one isn’t a joke but it certainly made me laugh,

“He is going to go home and tell his friends how bad it is here because he is getting cheesed off by all the tall jokes. Are you getting cheesed off?”

…Cheesed off?...

These were the nicest old people you could hope to meet!

During the week I cried twice (Spanish onions!). I was also verbally abused by an old women (Some old folks weren’t very nice). I chopped carrots, leeks, 'taters and all sorts. I swept, wept...(Haha guys!) and ate. So ye, if you ever need to your Carrots sliced or instant mashed… well… mashed… give me a ring :)


The “Head chef” (One of two chefs, me being the second) said he would be impressed if I didn’t cut myself (I did a lot of chopping, dicing, slicing and peeling). I had some close shaves but didn’t draw blood... Seriously… the knife might slip *MajorWoopsie* (I wouldn’t say that if I lost a finger by the way) and it would be a very close shave. When I say shave I mean that close to my fingers. Close enough to “shave” them. Every time I slipped the knife I found myself counting my fingers. (Counting even more so than I do in my average maths lesson).


I didn’t cut myself but I did receive one injury. Now don’t laugh, I burnt myself… I was supposed to tell you that I got it saving someone from a blaze but I’ll tell you the truth readers, it was in fact as I tried to rescue… here it comes… the fairy cakes from the oven! Not the manliest way to hurt oneself, don’t worry though, I took it like a man… I went for the classic chefs swear word routine… It was Gordon Ramsay style. (Or maybe not quite… in fact not at all.)

*I'll be back!* Tommorow I hope :)

Aerial strike

There has been an Aerial strike on my street.



Before you ask no, our houses haven't been bombed by Aeroplanes.



Although "Rebels" have passed through the area. Yes, the idiots that have nothing better to do with their lifes, so... they go along our street unscrewing Aerials from car rooftops.


If I'm in the car with my parents now I cannot listen to the radio, instead I'm stuck with a bunch of random CDs.





Damn. That is a major nuisance. Major.

A nice old lady, lots of melon and some kind of strange incurable melon addiction!

I remember one particularly vivid childhood memory, (when I said childhood I meant like four years ago). It involved a nice old lady, Sunday lunch and a lot of melon. Now I was staying at my Moms-Moms house, so my Grandmas house and one of my Grandmas friends had invited me and my mom to Sunday lunch. Of course we obliged and in the most part the meal was fine and not particularly memorable now at all.

We finished the meal and then she came through with a bowl full of pieces of melon… Now I do not like melon but there was only a manageable amount on my plate so I obliged, I mean... one can’t reject food from a nice old lady, especially when she prepares it specially. Seemingly I kept turning around and every time I did so, she popped an extra piece of melon on my plate or at least that’s how it seemed to work out.
“Your just like my grandson Nick, he simply loves melon.” She exclaimed,

I’m just like,

“Oh, Goodness no! You’ve got me all wrong nice old lady!”

Of course I didn’t say that, I mean... one can’t say such things to a nice old lady.

I finish the melon pieces,

“Don’t worry there is plenty more from melons where that came, let me just prepare some more.” She reassures me.


Of course when a nice old lady offers you extras one has to oblige but that is a unspoken rule I’ve never heard of, unfortunately so much melon had already got into my blood stream I couldn’t be saved, melons have haunted my nightmares for my life thus far and no doubt will until I realize how good they taste with Sugar Puffs (That’s a different story guys, don’t sweat it.).

Anyway, this old lady is very nice, she is a very nice old lady unfortunately she thinks I have some kind of strange incurable melon addiction.

Search me on google with a bunch of completely random keywords.

Recently I have started getting very, very small amounts of traffic through search engines. Which I suppose is pretty exciting because it brings more people to entertain! (I get more readers *I love you all, those who comment i love more*!)

Anyway, if that was the focus of this post it would suck but… I am going to share keywords that people have actually searched (and found me with) and even wackier ones that you could potentially find me with.

Ok, so according to Google analytics I have had 14 hits via Google. Admittedly, four out of the eleven hits where actually me searching myself with a keyword that no one else will ever use… (Unless I become an online phenomenon. *Cross your fingers everybody!*)


That keyword was Colinbloginit and if you google it, you getting 39 results entirely about me! (I'm a online phenomenon :O *Not quite)

Other keywords that have actually been used to find me include-

“voi jeans” “post a comment”

Bloginit

Inhumane mouse trap

Nothing to lose movie cars

Nothing to lose movie security guard

Nothing to lose security guard scene

Song from security guard scene nothing to lose


I should have warned you they were random… But what you could find me with is even worse!

For example-

If you ever search “82800 seconds in minutes” you will find me, who the heck searches that!

Or

“star constellations” according to webmaster tools I come 17th if you search that, if I did I would be impressed but I cannot find myself!

If you type in “Diary of a semi-retired paperboy” I am very near the top but c’mon, I don’t suppose there are many “semi-retired paperboys” out there, let alone ones that write a blog about it.

Only today someone found me by searching, “how long before you take a break on a computer”, this person obviously spends 25 hours a day on the computer and was wondering if he had broken some kind of world record.

(He certainly has!)



A potential search which I am actually surprised about is the words “Nothing to lose movie”, where I am ranked on the second page of a google! Now this is a famous movie, starring Tim Robbins and Mark Lawrence, although I’m surprised to say I haven’t got any hits from that exact phrase.


My favourite potential search is “The sugar puff incident” It is the kind of thing that nobody would ever… ever search! Although if you ever forget my URL it will come in handy, just Google “The sugar puff incident” and you will find me in second and third place. An extremely minor achievement indeed! *Any excuse for a party though ;)*



Any interesting keywords from your blog?

The problem with siblings: They steal particularly “cool” items of my clothing

My clothes seem to go missing a lot and I have came to the conclusion that my brothers are behind it (Every thing bad happens because of them!). Shorts, T-Shirts, tops, socks everything goes missing. My brother just came back from America, since then he has borrowed a pair of Basketball shorts, went out for a run in them then came back and put them back on my pile of clothing. They sit there for me to pick up and wear without knowing they are dirty. If he goes for another run in the next few days (doubtful *chuckle*) then he will pick them up again, wear them again and then put them back again… For the third time… again?... (I am very cautious not to wear those shorts anymore, I never know if they are clean or not!)

There was a Basketball t-shirt and hooded top he said he liked… The top has been missing since he left for America (Coincidently of course!), since then I have been forced to safeguard the T-shirt! Damn, I liked that top…

A fleece has also gone missing after my brother borrowed it and also many, many socks… (So maybe that’s where the socks have got too!)

Missing Sock, Reward

So many socks go missing in my household. Never pairs of socks! No, I find myself with “pairs” and “pairs” of mismatched socks. I often find myself saying “Well, they are both primary colours… and they are both socks… so they will have to do!”

I definitely need some new socks; I think I’ll go for a sock hunt around the house sometime. (Behind the behind my computer, in the bushes outside, on the roof, in my pocket, in my last hotel I stayed in. You know... the places you least expect right?)


Spare odd socks? Give me a shout; I’m due a few... Who cares if the are odd?

(Tell me if you read this, let me know what you think:)

Day off: Guitar, Blues, Mini Bike stunts and the Edinburgh festival.

Well, my weekend is over and I am back at school as usual but as promised, I spent a day off my laptop. I was in fact I was off for longer than that, over 48 hours in total :) *Impressive I know :P* So ye, I was last online Saturday morning and didn’t make a post, which means I haven’t posted much at all this last week, so I am up for the challenge of creating some good content over this next week!


Anyway, Saturday was a good day, almost entirely without the laptop. I went into Edinburgh, went to the Edinburgh festival, hung out with friends and went to the movies.

Now the Edinburgh festival is awesome. I saw all sorts; I had a few hours before I met my friends, so I wandered about watching street performers. It was great fun, I saw guys on miniature bicycle doing tricks (miniature, miniature, miniature!), a guy playing rocking solos on the ukulele, I saw juggling (Fire, juggling balls, knifes, you know the drill!), Diabolo, a guy lying on a bed of glass and awesome blues playing.

A few pictures of what I saw (and heard for that matter)


Ukulele solo!

It’s annoying because I would have taken more pictures and a longer video but I still have to upload my pictures from Australia so my camera is pretty full! What is even more annoying is that I actually managed to leave my camera complete with the case in the cinema. Thank-fully *Thank-you!* my brother went in the next day and claimed it. *Legend* (It seems siblings aren’t so bad after all!)


Anyway, the majority of the afternoon was me listening to “Richard Blues” playing his blues guitar on the royal mile. He is so good and so entertaining; I gave him £12 of my own money (£10 of it on his CD which is awesome by the way!). Awesome guitarist and awesome entertainer! (Video coming soon)

He was funny; he taught the small children who had never heard blues that it was like the first time you dropped your ice cream on the floor. He went on later to describe his audience as he played, “The pretty lady with the blue stripy top thing and the white leggings things and blue shoes!” He went on to describe me, (I was wearing my “Cowboy” Kangaroo hat so I stuck out like a sore thumb) he said,

“This guy may only be young, but I have seen him with five different women today!”

I was like “What can I say, no denying it!” *Shrugs*

This guitarist is a great, I have his CD and love it and I could listen to him for hours. (I did on Saturday!)



On the way home I stopped at a fish and chip shop. They do soup so I asked for soup. It came, (in a tub) by itself with a roll. I asked if I could have a spoon. They rolled there eyes as if to say, “*Sigh* Why does this always happen, why does a spoon come in handy whilst having soup?”

They gave me a fork. You do not know how hard it is to eat soup with a fork and either do they! They could have at least provided some sporks, it would have been easier.


I was playing basketball on Sunday, so much for resting eh! I did rest from being on the computer though. I came home with a thumping headache; I tried to convince my mom that it was because my eyes hadn’t adjusted to not being in front of a computer screen. Other than that nothing interesting really happened on Sunday. If you play basketball then you’ll be interested to know I dunked the Ball on ten foot. (Me the fourteen year old at just under 6”2).

Although one interesting thing happened, we were waiting for a bus and we went into McDonalds. A guy comes into McDonalds with a mop handle and starts pretending to mop the floor. He asks “See if I mop the floor right, do I get free meals...?... Come on, it’s my own mop!” *He leaves*
He wasn’t serious but that was so funny it may have just been the highlight of my non-computing day!


And so you know, I was busy so wasn’t thinking about the computer that much but when I went back on I had forty five e-mails and a tonne of stuff to do! I look forward to next Sunday although I may not make a post about it, I’ll wait and see!


"Just Some girl" took a day off too!

Danny took a day off too!

Take a break, take a day off your computer!

Ok, I like blogging, I like surfing the net and I like computers in general! I reckon I am probably on this thing to much though. I do not know how I manage it but I pretty much waste hours doing nothing! I need to try and cut back on the amount of nothing I do online, which sounds ridiculous but it happens every time I go on the computer. Sometimes I spend… six hours on the computer if I’m not at school and these six hours are about the length of my school day! Plus if it rains, there is nothing else to do so I spend ages online! (Unfortunately when winter comes around we always expect a lot of rain and a lot of cold!) Going on the computer is a daily exercise, even if I do not write a blog post.

So, I have decided to take a day off, one day off this week, then every week! I’ll have my day off and then the next day I’ll write about it. Why not? I’m sure it will create a potential blog post from a different angle.

I challenge you to do the same, spend a day off the computer then write a blog post about it. If you are on the computer daily and for a long time you have even more reason to take the challenge or possibly you have a mild writers block, you’ll get a whole day to think to yourself and a whole day to write about! Leave the URL in the comment section if you have made a post on the subject and I’ll place a link to your post at the bottom of mine after my day off.

I’ve chosen this Sunday as my day off; after all it is the “day of rest” so I am going to take a rest! Have your day off a day or two before or after Sunday and I’ll link back to you.

(In case you’re wondering I was inspired to write about this when I actually had a dream I was checking my e-mails, I mean c’mon, I must be due a break!)

Happy blogging!

(Here is a humorous post which asks “Living online. Is it bad? Is it?” which carries on what i was getting at :)

The problem with siblings: They eat all my food! (Namely the "Sugar puff incident" :O)

Ok, my first problem with siblings: They eat all my food! (Namely the "Sugar puff incident" :O)

When I have no siblings at home we just have enough to feed the three of us. Although when brothers and sisters come home... things start to disappear.

For example, the last biscuit which I hid at the back of the cupboard and the pack of crisps I was going to finish this evening. Eventually it turns nasty... and they eat the last bowl of my favourite cereal! :O

Like me the eat cereal at supper time… anything, anytime, whenever you are hungry!


One incident which happened only a few weeks ago, "The sugar puff incident" is particularly memorable.

It started with my mum checking how much milk we had left in the fridge, and there was enough for us all to have some with our cereal.

So the next morning comes round, I pour the cereal into the bowl. Go into the fridge only to find there is no milk! *Shock, HORROR!*

I find out my brother has drank it all the night before! (Or almost all of it) So here I am me eating my two bowls of sugar puffs without any milk! That was a nuisance but I shouldn't complain because I found out, that sugar puffs actually taste awesome without milk! (Even better with it though!) Plus I shouldn't complain because it's just a worthless nothing nuisance!... Hey, I should coin that!

What is the problem with Siblings?

I have three siblings, two brothers and a sister. I’m the youngest (and tallest!) at fourteen and they are all significantly older and “grown up” (You could say that). They are engaging in further education and travels. Travels to places all over the world, including America, Ireland, Spain, France, Ghana, Italy, Peru, South Korea and China (in a weeks time). I plan to follow in their footsteps, or footprints, carbon footprints unfortunately, by flying all over the world like a crazy fella. (Travel blog in order!)

Anyway, I have been living as an “only child” on and off (If it is possible to be an only child on and off) and I’ve been enjoying it! Having them home is better but after being the only child for a while you notice big differences when they come home, big nuisances!

Here are but a few that I care to mention which I think might make for reasonable posts in a short series of posts titled “What is the problem with siblings?” Check ‘em out then post what you think down below in the comment section (Appreciated all you loyal followers :) and pop over to the poll on the sidebar because I’m interested to know which sound the most interesting! Plus I may not use them all.

(Feel free to *Tut after each one ;)

What is the problem with siblings?

They eat my food! (Namely “The sugar puff incident” :O)

They sprawl themselves over the best seat in the house!

They steal particularly “Cool” items of my clothing. (My brothers)

They do not comment on my blog! (Maybe this will inspire them!)

They walk around the house half naked. (My brothers)

Walk around the house singing out of tune (I’m such a hypocrite ;)


...


*Tut

Ever only just missed a train? Ever only just caught a train?

Well, yesterday I had to run for my train, like really sprint! The train after the one we were aiming to catch was an hour later, so we really needed to make it, we really ran! We were catching the train to get home and if we missed the train we were trying to catch we would be home much later than I’m comfortable with. Considering today was the first day back at school after the holidays and more importantly, I was hungry!

We had to get there quickly because we didn't have much time to spare and i managed to get there with fifteen minutes to spare. Although one of the four of us decided not to take the overpass over the road (which leads straight to the train station) and crossed the road. He couldn't find the station (Even though he was right next to the rails, *Just follow the rails! You'll get to one eventually!) and had wandered far enough that he couldn't find his way back to the overpass!

Anyway, the other three of us were at the station, logically positioned at the opposite side we arrived at and we were totally confu*ddled because there wasn't a single train stopping at our stop. That was partly my fault because i looked up the train times and didn't realise it involved going in the other direction from the home station (which means from the opposite platform we were standing at) to change and hop on another train and then head back to home.

We worked this out whilst the train we needed to catch was in the station! Despite the fact we were ready to run at this stage we were still one man down. I recommended we leave, because after all I was so worried about being tired for my first day back at school and I wanted to get back early! *Cough* I *Cough* Was *Cough* Hungry *Cough*

Then, the missing friend walks around the corner "Hey Guys"
We point at the train and shout "That's our train!"

We sprint down under the underpass (Is that the word?), past the entrance to the other platform... Run back as fast as we can, up the ramp and onto the platform. The guy is about to close the doors but realises that we are running to get on. So we made it! Only just... It's exhilarating and great fun but it sure wouldn't have been if he hadn't made it in time!

The book I’m reading – 1984 by George Orwell

The book I’m reading – 1984


I’m not reviewing this book; just making a short post about me reading it.
Well, let us start at the best place to start which will be the start… (This is not the end, read on, this is the start, just so you know!)

It started with a book we have to read for our English class, this book, is 1984 by George Orwell and seems like a great book. A bit dull for some in the class, but not I, I reckon it’s a pretty good book. I reckon it’s a pretty EPIC book.

Anyway, I soared ahead of the majority of the class, reaching approximately page 216 after two weeks. Then it was the holidays and I was away for three weeks in Australia! (EPIC) I have been home from that for about three weeks now and have made it to page 219. I’ve read 3 pages, in 3 weeks. In fact probably closer to two pages and a half I admit. (EPIC FAIL)

As it happens I finished before the holidays at a really particularly dull part of the book. The section goes from about page 192 to page 226. I managed to bore my self whilst trawling through that section a page a week…and still have someway to go. To make things worse, I go back to school on Wednesday, only three nights from now. So, that means I have about… *works it out* …100 pages to go in three nights!

I can’t be bothered reading it tonight, I doubt I’ll come around to reading it tomorrow and so I fear come Tuesday night I will have forgotten about it and will be up all night reading it. Thrilling! Mark my words, I’ll have a day to read a third of the book. (Unless the whole internet crashes tomorrow but I don’t see that happening.) (EPIC CATASTROPHE)

Colin