I don't know why I'm blogging. Honestly I don't. I'm tired as hell and would like nothing more but to crawl up the stairs to my bedroom and drag myself into bed. But I just can't seem to tear myself away from this website. I have this weird urge to blog despite the fact that my eyelids aren't even open and I know nothing clever or witty or even that coherent will come out of my fingers. Is that even a word? Coherent? I've no idea, my fingers are just spewing out random streams of consciousness. I bet I'll wake up tomorrow, log on, read this and think 'what the..? Is that even English?'

Out of interest, does this site have this effect on everyone? Or is it just because I'm just out of my first proper week of year 12? I suppose you'd like to hear how that went. I suppose I'll tell you.

It was okay.

There.

I don't really feel like talking about school. It was, afterall, school. Besides, the weekend is for weekending, not schooling. Alright, now I know I'm just making up words.

I turned 17 almost 2 weeks ago. I'm surprised I didn't blog about that. I guess that's because I wasn't on late that night/ early the next morning when I should have been counting sheep so I didn't have any need to. Blog, that is.

Or perhaps I'm feeling this way because my mum woke me up this morning. I believe that however you wake up plays a part in determing what mood you'll be in for the rest of the day. Every weekday, when my downright evil alarm wakes me up for school, is proof of that. The Rumble Strips 'Alarm Clock', anyone? I do love that song.

I need to find me a hammer.

Okay, I'm off to bed now. For real. In an actual bed, not slumped over a computer monitor. I'll try and get back on tomorrow when the sun isn't near rising to attempt to translate this for you.

In the meantime,

zzzzzzzz........