My sister...

Sometimes really rattles my cage.

Se, remember when I was telling you about her internet boyfriend? Yeah? And how she spends ever waking moment of the day talking to him? Well, that's now putting my internet surfing at risk. You see, as she is talking to him all the time, she stays on her internet for so long. Her bedtime is 10 o'clock, and she completely disrespects that and goes on talking to him, surfing the internet, even after repeated calling from both my mum and dad that it is now her time to go to bed.

So, it's basically getting to the final straw with them now. They've started threatening to turn the internet off at 10 every night now. I mean, if I wasn't losing out here, I wouldn't mind. I usually stay up on the internet until around 10:30 and then I'm on my iPod internet until around 11. I don't have a bedtime though, see.

It just rattles my cage is all, when she completely ignores that I, too, have wants and needs on the internet after ten and I don't want them to be ruined by her. I know it probably sound really selfish of me to say stuff like that, but honestly, I think it's more selfish of her to continue doing this without a second thought to me. I think I can afford to be selfish in this case. It's all good.

But that's the thing that's really bothered me since coming home today.

Other than that, I've faced a rather good achievement. I'm sure I've mentioned it many times before, but today was the deadline for the individual investigation for my Baccalaureate work. I didn't do it. Obviously. Luckily, I went into school today and the teachers said we had until the end of the day to do the actual thing.

So that's what I did, I wrote something like 2,800 words today in school, and asked 30 people to do a questionnaire, put the results on a graph. I actually did a lot thinking about it. But it was really good. Good times, eh? Good times.

At least now I don't have to think about it until they give it back to me for redrafting.

And on that note, in case my parents do turn off the internet. I better put this post up...


Night!

Ode de joys of life, eh?

The

Harry Potter trailer for the Deathly Hallows totally made my day today.

I was supposed to do my Welsh baccalaureate work. My individual investigation. I ended up doing only some of it.

Oh, well, I do have some sort of excuse to use, and it's not like anyone else has done it anyway.

To be honest with you, I'm usually a lot more uptight about deadlines like this. I couldn't really care less at the moment. Know what I mean?


Oh well,

So I'm guessing you've guessed at the fact that again this is going to be a short blog. I'll try to make it a little longer tomorrow, but no promises can be made.

Literally. I've been telling myself, make a longer blog for days, I never seem to get around to it. It's always really late before I decide to start blogging again.

I guess it's just something about me. I'm just plain lazy.

Night!

I'm guessing

That I won't be finishing my individual investigation in time for the deadline the day after tomorrow.

You see, for my personal investigation, I'm doing the Welsh Not and the Treachery of the Blue Books. It has to be 2,500 words. I have 28. I have all my information. I need to do a Questionnaire, something which I have no idea on what I'm going to do it on...

I'll figure that out when I get there.

But it has to be in on Wednesday. I'll try and maybe ask for an extension, do a certain amount and then finish the rest of it as soon as possible. That's the only way I'm going to be able to do it.

It doesn't help that no one else has done it. So why should I bother, eh?

I'm going to bed anyway. I seem to be going through a faze of short blogs.

Short and sweet, right?

Or in this case, short and pointlessly uninteresting. It's a hard time, do I get the benefit of the doubt here?

I guess not...

Night!

The first ray of luck

To have come to me in a while.

You see, I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not, I probably did, but I had an Irish Dancing competition today. I was dancing my Reel, Slip and Single. I got Highly Commended in the Reel, which I am really proud of.

It's the first time I've gotten something in a competition and I am so happy. Maybe next time I'll get something more, but it's all good. :D

Anyway, sorry this is such a short blog. I kinda start blogging really late and I have to be going to bed because I have school in the morning.

Boy wasn't that one run on sentence.

Anyway, sorry for the shortness. It'll probably start being short for a while, I have an investigation to do for school. It has to be quite long and it just really needs to be done.

Plus, it seems to be that my Dad is threatening to turn the internet off, and I kinda need the internet to post this blog.

Does this seem really rushed to anyone else? Yeah, it does to me too....

So...

Night.

Maybe this'll teach me to start blogging a lot earlier to I have enough time to type what I want to on it :D

I am so

Tired I can barely think.
Honestly.

So I had a pretty late night last night. I was one of the first to be going to sleep. Being me, I can't really stay up all that late. I don't know why, it just happens.

So I was sleeping around 3 this morning, and trust me that was the biggest push for me. I was sleeping within seconds.

I then woke up with my natural body clock, meaning, all day, that's all I've wanted to do is go to sleep.

So, I mentioned about my Uncle dying and us having to cancel Sara's party. We decided to go to the cinema, just us and our friends for the day. We went to see Prince of Persia, mainly because we'd been planning on seeing it for such a long time, this was a perfect opportunity.

It was an okay film. I mean, I've seen better, but I've definitely seen a lot worse. Considering it was turned from a video game (something I've only just learnt) it was really good.

But that will be all from me. I have to wake up early in the morning to get ready for a dance competition. Joyous occasions, right?

Night!

Ah, well...

I have quite a lot to talk about, but putting it all into words is another story.

So you all know I went to see Pink in the Liberty Stadium, Swansea, yesterday. Let me start with the fact that she was amazing. I don't really have any other gigs to compare her too, because I haven't been to any. She was purely amazing though. I loved everything about it. I would have stood there all day watching her sing...

The only problem for me was, I have back problems. So standing around for six hours really didn't do me any good. I'll get over it though. Like I always do. It was worth the pain.

The second thing I wanted to mention quickly before going to bed. Well, it might not be quick, but it's still something I feel like I have to mention.

My uncle died yesterday. I'm not quite sure how to feel yet. I've buried myself deep into other stuff so that I don't really think about it. I mean, we knew weeks ago that he was going to die. So it wasn't really all that much of a shock. But it's still supposed to be sad, right?

I feel like I should be depressed, that I should be crying all day and my only thoughts should be of him, because that's what everyone else is like. The problem is, I don't feel too sad, of course, I am sad, who isn't when someone they know dies? But I don't feel like I crying. I just want everything to go back to normal. I like it when people don't constantly talk about it. I like to be distracted. Well, not necessarily distracted. I don't want to spend all of my time thinking about it. It's not the fear of feeling sad for him, it's the fear that everyone will look at me with pity in their eyes. I hate it when people do that. Which is why I don't usually tell my friends when a family member dies. I keep it secret.

I had to tell on this one. There is purely one reason why I said on this account, Sara's party was supposed to be this Saturday, remember? But we can't have it anymore. I'm not saying that spitefully, I know it's not the right thing to do. So, we're moving it back a bit, it'll be next month or something. You can't really party with such bad news, can you?

We're still doing the sleepover and stuff. We're just going to the cinema instead on Saturday to celebrate Sara's birthday. So she doesn't miss out. Just because he died doesn't mean she can't celebrate her birthday.

That's what I think. I won't say 'it's what he would have wanted.' How are we to know what he wanted? For all we knew he wanted us all to commit suicide after he died. Okay, that was wrong. But you get the idea, right?

Anyway, I'm going to bed now after this depressing one.

I probably won't be blogging tomorrow for obvious reasons. But Saturday is now probably a definitely. So we'll be back on track this Saturday for blogging.

Night!

Just thinking

About crying.

I found out literally a few seconds ago that tomorrow night there's a double bill of Supernatural. Meaning the finale is on tomorrow.

And guess where I'm not tomorrow? Home.

I'm going to a P!nk concert tomorrow. Meaning I won't be back until after the show has finished. Gah! Why did life have to be so cruel to me!


Besides that, I'm going to be leaving you hanging. I've done nothing of significance and I have no worries to express.

I'm getting quite annoyed at my friends constant reminders that we're going to see Pink tomorrow, it dwindles the excitement a bit. No, not a bit. A lot.

But I'm sure she'll get over it soon. Considering the thing is actually tomorrow.

So I'm going to bed.

My mum is leaving us to go to London for a couple of days. My uncle is ill in hospital and my mum has gone to help my auntie.

Oh what a load of fun the next couple of days are going to be, right?

Night!

I finished

Tidying my room.

You see, I only tend to tidy my room twice a year. Before Christmas, and around now. So it's taken me like a day and a half to tidy my room because it was literally a tip. I couldn't see the floor.

So it was due a clean anyway. The only reason I do a clean up around now is because of my sister's party, which is on Friday and my mum still seems to get to me with this 'your friends won't be able to come over if your room is not clean'.

Not that I really mind. I don't think too much of cleaning my room when I'm doing it. It's not like homework where I put it off and off and off for ages and hate doing it. Honestly, I don't hate cleaning my room. I honestly wished I more than an ounce of sense and would keep my room clean, then I wouldn't have to do the mandatory clean twice a year.

I do make plans to keep my room clean, it just happens to get all in a mess again. I don't know what's up with it. It just happens.

Anyway, so moving on to a new topic. I started learning Sign Language today. It's the school language week, it's for the bac, and I'm learning Sign Language for mine. I think it's really interesting. I've learnt quite a bit. I know how to say my name, the alphabet and so on. I'm quite looking forward to seeing how that goes. We have to do a presentation to the year 7's at the end of the week to show them what we learnt.

That's probably the only part I won't like.

There's another thing I'd like to give a heads up to. Now I don't like skipping out on blogging. Trust me, it's a New Years Resolution that I plan on keeping. Some things have come up, well, they've been coming up for a couple of months, but now is probably the time to be mentioning it.

So, I'm going to a Pink Concert on Wednesday, meaning I won't be home until late, also meaning I probably won't be able to blog that day. I'll try my best, no promises can be made though.

I wouldn't put too much hope into having a blog here though on Wednesday.

Another day I'm not sure I'll be able to blog on is Friday, I have a sleepover, the night before Sara's part and I won't have a free moment to myself.

Then potentially Saturday, the day of the party. Though I'm almost positive that I probably will be able to blog. It depends on how much I've drunk...

So moving on. It's getting late, and I need to catch some sleep. I kinda got into this one fic bad, and I was up really late reading it....


Night!

Do I have a right...

To feel worried about my sister?

You see, I don't worry too easily. I'm more of a laid back, I don't care what happens around me, everything's going to happen whether I like it or not. I can't control the universe person. So me being worried should be something to worry about in itself.

But back on topic.

My sister seems to have found herself a boyfriend. He's 4 years older than her, and lives in Greece. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not being like stereotypical everyone you meet on the internet is a paedophile out to get out, but she's had experiences in the past, when she's met people over the internet that have not gone in her favour.

So, this guy, I've spoken to him myself. He's an alright guy, he seems to be an alright guy to be more to the point. For all I know, he's not the person he's trying to make himself out to be.

I know this worry is probably really stupid, but I care for my sister and I don't want her to get hurt. She seems to really like the dude -even though they barely even know each other- and there's not much really I can say to her without her blowing up at me, you know, usual teen girl stuff 'You don't know him as well as I do, he would never lift a finger to harm me'.

My worry is really not distinguishable. I don't know what I'm going to do with her anymore. She's always talking to him over facebook, and she talks about him when she's not talking to him.

I think, personally, that it's more of a teen phase. I would be more convinced of it if it was a first time thing.

So, to ease confusion, I should probably talk about what happened last time...

So when my sister was a lot younger, she's getting on to 15 now, so she couldn't really have been older than 10, 11, years old, and she met this guy from Israel (or so he said) over an art gallery website, I'm sure you've heard of it, DeviantArt.  She was literally obsessed with the guy. She did everything he told her to do. She got really defensive when Sam expressed her worry, saying that he thought it was a better thing to keep 'them' a secret. For her parents not to know about it.

We obviously knew because she wouldn't shut up about him, that's just the way it is. So, Sam, got really worried about her, she was doing these crazy things for him, nothing too serious like stripping, but telling him where we lived, how old she was, like everything personal, I think it got to the point where she gave him her phone number, and told Dad, who phoned the police. It got really bad...

So, my dad barely has any trust with her on internet things. I think she's now just going to destroy this trust all over again. I liked going on Deviant Art, because I loved looking at the artwork on it, she loved it for the chatroom. In the end, it got blocked.

So, she met this guys sister over fanfiction. For my own selfish reasons, I'm afraid now that fanfiction will be blocked if they find out she met them over fanfiction. And I'm worried that something big will happen.

In Dad's eyes she doesn't really have a good track record when it comes to liking boys. She seems to give off the wrong idea. She liked her best friends brother that's two years younger than her. He was literally like 12, which was quite worrysome, and now this.

I'm sorry, this is really just all one messed up rant...

The main point, I'm worried that she's going to do something stupid and end up getting hurt because of it. She does plan on telling Mam and Dad like she plans on marrying the guy.

I'm just not too sure that this whole thing is smart.....

So I'm going off to bed, maybe the worry'll fade away then....


Night!

I'm guessing

You'd be able to tell by my poor spelling that I'm blogging from my iPod today. So let me apologize in advance for that.

There is a reason for this... I was watching tv with my sister downstairs.

We were watching our catch up episodes of vampire diaries, then we watched some ghost adventures on living.

We then watched a film called the haunting of Molly Hartley. It was a decent film. I personally didn't think too much of it.

So i'm going to sleep now, even though it wasn't a long blog... I have quite a lot of things to do tomorrow so...

Night!

Judging from my current

State I find that going to Irish Dancing today was probably not a good idea. The main reason why I went was because I have a competition in a week and I need to get in the practice.

So, before even starting the warm ups I was knackered.  So, after all the dance and cooling down I was basically a walking zombie. I'm more of a typing zombie at the moment...

So (I really need to stop beginning new paragraphs with this word....), I was supposed to have a Vampire Diaries catch up night with my sister. I had to bail on her, I was so tired, still am, that I can barely stay awake, let alone watch two hour long episodes of a TV show, that in all honesty isn't the most captivating at times.

Vampire Diaries is more of a guilty pleasure for me, you know? I watch it because I like Vampires. If it wasn't for the fact that my sister and I watch it together every Tuesday night, usually anyway, I would probably have stopped watching it a long time ago.

At least it has some acting skills in comparison to Twilight, right?

I'm going to the Library tomorrow. I'm doing a report of sorts on The Welsh Not. I think it's going to be interesting. I'm talking about the fall and rise of the Welsh language after the Welsh Not. At least, it should be quite interesting.

So, I'm going to bed now. It has been a terribly long day. Including the fact that I've now finished all my lessons for the rest of the school year (I have Bacc lessons from now until summer holidays....) ...

Night!

I'm always...

Tired at the moment. It's getting really ridiculous. I go to bed by like 10:30 usually, I turn my iPod music off at 10:45 ish, then I fall straight asleep. I wake up at 7, then after school I go back to bed for about an hour and a half before dinner.

Is it normal to need to sleep this much?

I also have more headaches. It's all coming back. I hate it when I get like this. There really is no reason for me to be this tired anymore. Yet, here I am. I must be making up for lost time or something.

So, in school today I had this interview thing on what I was going to do for my Bac essay. My personal investigation.

I was going to do the development of the Welsh Language through the ages. Specifically focusing on Welsh poetry and it's effect on the community. And then maybe put some comparisons in for how the English language has developed.

I was told that the subject was too wide and there really was no connection between the two developments. So I'm now stuck on what to do. I was told to maybe do some poetry, just one and compare how both of them effect the community. I'm just not sure how I would make a questionnaire on that though. I'll figure something out, I'm going to the library on Saturday, maybe that'll enlighten me. I might get a brainwave at some point tomorrow. It's all good.

So, I'm going to be going to bed now. I'm really tired. Tired to the point where my head is actually spinning. My head seems to be getting beaten around a lot lately. It's just pounding. Maybe I should take some paracetamols tomorrow in school. Maybe it'll keep the pain away...

Hopefully, it's starting to get really unbearable. It feels like this strange pressure on my head. Like my head is bulging on the inside and a sharp object is being pushed into it from every place. It's really painful.

The problem is if I tell my mum she'll say it's down to stress. It's not down to stress. I don't think I'm stressed. I have nothing to be stressed about.

So I'm going to bed...

Maybe things'll be better in the morning, you got to look at the optimistic side of things.

Night!

So I've done...

Like nothing all day. All my lessons were cancelled for the day and I was supposed to do this personal research thing.

Like hell would I ever do something like that... So I spent all of the day being bored. I read fanfiction for some parts of the day. Then I played some tetirs. Complained about how boring school is.

And then the cycle just got repeated all over again.

So, for today there really isn't all that much to blog about...

Supernatural was on earlier today. To be honest with you, I wasn't all that impressed by the episode. The ladt few episodes have left me speechless, to say the least, but this one just kinda felt like a filler episode. Not much really happened. But I guess the show has to have some down time once in a while, right?

So I thought Crowley was interesting. And how he did everything was interesting. Nothing much more appealed to me about the episode though. They seem to keep on to this whole 'Sam hates his life thing' too much. It seems to be like a constant reminder of how Sam acted through the last couple of seasons.

At least we finally got into the part where Sam mentions about letting Lucifer take over his body so they could trap him back in hell, right? That's an interesting concept they have there. I was wondering how they were going to get Lucifer into the pit again.

Sadly it's Sam who has to sacrifice himself. I always feel quite sorry for him, he's always being led on and when he makes decisions for himself he's shot down.

Oh well, I guess the finale is just going to be all the better...

I kinda need to go now because my mum is on the prowl about how late it's gotten...

Night!

I finally finished my exams.

So now that I've finished my exams. School is dreadfully ordinary.

I don't seem to be doing much this week. I'm back in lessons, but it's not much more than some introduction to the course than anything. We're not doing much.

To be honest with you I'm confused on what to do. I don't want to do Maths next school year (I decided that definitely after how poorly this exam went today), so should I really go to the lessons. Camilla, a friend of mine from school went to our Welsh lessons even though she's not taking Welsh next year.

I'm guessing in all honesty I should probably do the same.

I'm just not sure if I can be bothered. Maths was confusing enough let alone start the new Maths course. He said it was easier. But he also told me that Maths at AS level wasn't going to be as hard as we thought it was going to be.

He lied. Probably to sell the subject to unsuspecting fools like me.

Anyway, before I go, I just want to apologize if there are any spelling or grammatical mistakes in this post. I've been really tired all day (it probably has something to do with the fact that I was up sort of late last night and I'm not used to the early wake up calls).

So before it gets any later, I'm going to bed.

Night!

To be honest with you, I should really start blogging a little earlier, my issue is I don't know what to blog about until the day is though then I can blog about how usually crap my day has been.

I'm just a normal pessimist, eh?

Okay

So I have my last exam tomorrow, and to be honest with you, I don't think I've ever felt this unprepared for an exam this year. Even with my English Language exam where I didn't revise for it until the day of the exam and that was only for a couple of minutes.

So tomorrow I have my Maths Stats exam. Now, I haven't been all that good at stats in the first place, so when it came to this exam I resolved to spending a lot of time on the revision so I would do well.

Time just seemed to pass me by. So, I planned on starting my revision last Thursday, but I got caught up in other stuff. Friday I was at Jordan's party and any time before it I was running around like a fool getting everything ready. Then, the Saturday I was out on the beach in another party.

Yesterday, my Uncle's were over and we went out to dinner which meant I have no time then. So today I was determined to revise as much as humanly possible.

My sister fell sick and I was left taking care of her for most of the day meaning I only did half of what I was planning to do and now the exam is early in the morning meaning I won't have the morning to revise for it.

I have potentially maybe thirty minutes to revise a little before the exam and after that it's all gone. Nothing.

The only real uplifting thoughts to come from this is that it's my last exam, and I can resit the exam in January.

So, the panics is really for nothing I just want to do well the first time round so I can forget about it and not worry about it anymore.

Anyway, so I'm officially back in school now until the end of term. It sucks really. Mainly because I need to find my timetable and contact book. I must have misplaced them because I can't find them from just glancing around my room. That sucks.

So that means I need to be signing off even earlier so I can have a bit of a look for it before going to sleep.

I need all the sleep I can get at the moment, I had like no sleep at all last night.

Life is just rubbish. Currently. Maybe things will lighten up soon.

Like maybe getting a job? I don't know, that could be good.

Night!

Hopefully everyone else's lives are a lot better than mine!

So, I've just totally...

Wasted a perfectly good day to revise to write this:

Assassins Chapter 4: Goodbye Number 4 Privet Drive Part 2

The Death Eaters looked on in confusion. Their leader did not inform them that they would run into this kind of trouble. Watching as the group of Harry’s and their partners flew off in amid their confusion, they quickly made haste and split into groups following at least one of the Harry’s, sharing a knowing look to each other before finally chasing them.

(To Harry (the real one))

Harry looked behind him, and groaned. They were being followed. Of course, he was expecting to be followed, there were a number of Death Eaters out there. But he was expecting to at least get some distance between him and them before they decided which ones to follow.

He then looked ahead, to see how the other groups were doing. He could see they were all right, even though they did have Death Eaters following them, hexes and curses following them as they tried to make their escape. His eyes trailing the entire group, he looked up to see Mad-Eye’s group and saw them falling. Mad-Eye falling hard and fast to the ground, Harry did not know if he was alive or dead. He only knew that he wouldn’t have been in this mess if it hadn’t been for his existence. He did not know what to think.

Too shocked to do anything, also knowing that going after them would mean that the Death Eaters there would come after him, and knowing that Mad-Eye said to keep going. It could also potentially alert their small minds that he was the real Harry, he decided to just keep flying. If Mad-Eye was all right he’d meet up with them later in the night. He watched as the Death Eaters that were tailgating Mad-Eye grouped and talked before dispersing into more groups to follow the rest.

It was only know that Harry realised that Hexes and Curses were following him, lost in a trance, as if watching the events occur around him in slow motion. Hagrid was trying is best to manoeuvre the bike away from the hexes and curses.

“’arry.” Hagrid shouted, banishing the fog that clouded Harry’s mind. Harry swiftly moved his wand and repelled the curse. Suddenly finding himself ducking from a Avada Kedavra flying over his head.

A slight spin on the bike and Harry found himself shouting “Hedwig no!” catching her cage at just the last minute. But that minute was her last as a green shot came out of nowhere halting Hedwig’s screeches. Her body falling to the bottom of the cage, dead. “No, Hedwig!” Harry screamed, looking at the fragile bird in hopes of seeing some spark of life in her eyes.

“Hold on, ‘arry,” Hagrid exclaimed jamming his hand down on a purple button on the speedometer of the bike. Suddenly they lurched forward. Dragon fire propelling them forward, the Death Eaters falling behind.

The flight seemed to have had a negative effect on the bike cab where Harry sat as it started to break away. “’ang on, ‘arry. I’ll fix this.” Hagrid shouted over the roar of the fires.

“No, Hagrid, don’t!” Harry shouted, but Hagrid kept on, pulling his umbrella out of this coat.

“Reparo,” he said and suddenly the entire cab broke off, throwing Harry into the air. But the cab could only go so far before falling. Losing momentum, Harry started falling to the ground. “Don’t worry, ‘arry. I’m comin’ fer ya.” Hagrid shouted.

Thinking fast, Harry shouted “Wingardium leviosa,” pointing his wand at the cab, keeping himself afloat, but for how long he did not know. More curses and hexes flew past him as he tried to swerve himself out of the way of them.

         Suddenly Hagrid was upon him, grabbing him by the collar. Harry grabbed his bag before being lifted from the now falling cab. “Sorry, ‘arry. I shouldn’ta done tha’. You shoulda.” He shouted, looking miserable.

Harry had a moment to shout “It’s okay.” Before Death Eaters were back on the attack. One of them coming close, its hood hiding its face. The Death Eater went to shout a curse, but Harry shouted “Expelliarmus,” the Death Eaters wand flew right out of his hand, his hood blowing back in the breeze to reveal Stan Shunpike.

“That’s him, it’s him. That’s the real one.” He shouted before falling behind. As he said this, Harry continued to throw every hex and jinx he knew at the Death Eaters behind him, but suddenly there were none.

“Harry, what happened?” Hagrid asked him, fear licking at his voice.

“I don’t know. They’ve gone.” Harry replied, gazing warily at the scene behind him.

“Harry, we’ve lost ‘em. We lost ‘em. We did it!” He shouted, happiness in every sense in him now, the fear dropping from him voice. Harry though, wasn’t as convinced. He had a bad feeling surrounding the whole incident. That’s him, it’s him. That’s the real one was still replaying in his mind. “We’re almos’ there, Harry. Hang on.” Hagrid shouted as the bike started to dip.

Suddenly there was a burning sensation on Harry’s forehead, signalling that this was definitely not the end of their problem. Then, out of nowhere there were two Death Eaters at either side of the motorbike. Then there was Voldemort. Gliding through the air like mist. He did not use a broomstick of any kind of aide. He had an evil red glint in this eye. His pale complexion juxtaposing with the dark night sky. He raised his wand in Harry’s direction.

Hagrid screamed in fear and the bike nosedived to the floor. Noticing a Death Eater in close proximity, Hagrid bellowed “NO!” and jumped off the bike, leaving it to Harry to control, who had no experience with the magical motorbike. Harry looked for Hagrid, finding him on a broomstick falling to the ground, unable to take both of their weight and out of eyesight.

 Harry heard Voldemort shout “Mine!” as Harry tried to get the bike under control and stop it from nosediving to its doom. Death was the only thing clouding Harry’s mind as he was flying towards the ground. He could not see Voldemort anymore, which worried him more than the motorbike being uncontrollable.

Harry saw one of the Death Eaters swooping away and “Avada-” starting to be chanted. Harry closed his eyes from the blinding pain in his head. His wand acted of it’s own accord, Harry vaguely saw a gold light and a snap. “NO!” He heard, a shout from Voldemort. Opening his eyes he saw he was close to the button that Hagrid had pressed earlier, one that sent them hurtling through the air. Pressing it, Harry flew through the air, pulling the bike from its nosedive, but definitely still heading at a fast pace towards the earth.

“Hagrid!” Harry shouted, gripping the handlebars to the bike “Hagrid! Accio Hagrid!” If possible, the bike picked up even more speed, as if sucked to the earth. Seeing faint lights in the distance getting closer and closer, he was going to crash. Harry could not change that. Harry was going to crash Sirius’s bike.

“Your wand, Selwyn, give me your wand!” Voldemort shouted behind him. Harry felt Voldemort before he saw him, looking to the side he saw those eyes again, as if piercing his sole. It was then he knew that Voldemort would be the last thing he saw.

(With Danny and co.)

“So Danny, what do you think Harry Potter’s up to now?” Tucker asked, peeping over his thick book. His face looked bored. As if he cared about wizards and their petty little war.

         “How am I supposed to know, Tucker? Would you like me to use my psychic power and tell you? Probably worrying about this Dark Lord dude. Thinking something like ‘Oh, my God, he’s going to kill me and I’m too puny and defenceless to do anything about it.” Danny replied sarcastically, unaware of the fight going on somewhere not too far away.

(With Harry)

Harry saw as Voldemort brought up his wand to attempt the curse again. Death plaguing Harry’s thoughts once more. The ground coming a lot fast now. The distant lights a lot closer. The suddenly, Voldemort disappeared into thin air. Vanished.

         Harry looked down at the ground and saw Hagrid lying there, gripping the handlebars as if his life depended on it, Harry attempted to steer the bike so that he would not land on Hagrid, groping around for a brake and finding none, and Harry crashed in the nearby muddy pond.

(With Danny and co)

“Hey, do you think that maybe there’ll be a chance for us to meet up with the Harry Potter kid before we get to this school?” Sam asked.

         “I don’t know, maybe. We’ll have to ask Professor McGonagall she’ll know. I hope.” Danny replied, not looking up from his book. The group has been there in England now for the most part of the afternoon. After having Sam settled into her room, next door to Danny and Tuckers room, she’d joined them there and they’d started on their reading. So far each of them were on their second books respectively. They felt as if they’d learnt nothing of importance. They knew in more detail of what happened to Harry on the night his parents were killed, and a couple of spells, which they’d tried out. They’d worked fine for Sam and Tucker, but Danny got there after a couple more tries. After relentless teasing from Sam and Tucker how it was usually Danny that got there first, not Sam or Tucker. He told them to shut up.

         Which is why, after a long day they were all sitting in front of a fire that lit itself reading in silence.

         “So, Danny, have you had that sick feeling again since she put that charm on you?” Sam asked cautiously.

         “No, why do you ask?”

         “I was just wondering. You looked really ill, and in pain too, you never show pain anymore.” Sam said quietly.

         “It was probably a one time thing. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Danny replied.

         “How do you know it hasn’t affected, you know.” Sam asked, the question hanging in the air.

         “I don’t. But at the moment, I’m not quite sure I want to find out. You know what happens when I do that.”

         “I know. Damn that Vlad. I’m sure that’s all he’s trying to do is make your life more of a living hell.” Sam said morbidly.

         “Stop worrying about it so much, it’s alright.” Danny said. Sam wasn’t convinced though; she knew what was going on. Danny might keep it from the rest of the town. Even from his parents. But she knew what was happening to him and she did not like it one bit.

“Sam. Please it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay, Danny, I know what’s happening to you. Even Tucker’s noticed and he’s like the most unobservant of us all.”

“Hey!” Tucker interrupted, though he knew not to take any offence for something that was true.

“You might be able to hide it from some people, but not from us. People who’s around you all the time.” Sam argued.

“Yeah, dude. We’ve figured it out.” Tucker whispered, looking down. Danny looked between his best friends.

“Alright. There’s nothing I can do about it though. It’s just going to happen eventually. It’s just taking its time. Just like what Vlad wanted.” Danny replied, moving his eyes down to the page he was staring ate, and he’d read the same line now about 30 times. He was looking at it as a form of distraction. He never noticed he’d let that much slip. Though he should have known they would have noticed eventually what was happening to him. What Vlad had done to him.

So, hopefully it's good. It's one of my fanfictions. I've kinda been getting into it again, and this is what I got so far. It's currently a rough draft, so probably quite a bit of it will change before I can hopefully send it off to my beta and upload it on to fanfiction. 

I forgot how much of a task it was to write fanfiction. I don't remember having to do so much to put one chapter on there. That being said, I didn't have a beta before either, well, I did for this fanfiction, not for any of my others. That's probably why the grammar sucks. 

Anyway, I need to be going fast as I have to be up early in the morning. I'm minding my sister, who's ill, and I definitely need to be doing some revision. Good times, good times. Not really but, oh well....

Night!

So...

I went to another party today. A beach party.

I'm not the kind of person that likes to go to the beach, right? But I was asked last night when I was drunk and I'm not the type of person to bail out on things like that when I said I'd probably be able to make it.

So, this morning now, I was frantically running around the house making arrangements with my friends on what was going on and how we were getting to the party. We arrived there, at the beach, around 2:30.

So I have issues with the beach for a few reasons. Not really, I'm just not too keen on going to the beach. Then there's the thing with the sea. I'm no fan of the sea at all. I've had past experiences that you know. I just don't want to go through it again.

So, I plastered myself with suncream. It was what 25 degrees celcius out there, and I regularly put more on me. Yet, I still managed to burn pretty badly down the length of one arm. My cheeks are slightly pink, but I paid more attention to my face because I've had bad experiences with burning my face. Then, I've got a burn down one half of one of my legs. It's really painful. I've also scorched the bottoms of my feet from walking around the pavement bare foot in the blazing sun.

Good times, good times.

Not really.

The party itself was great fun though. I kinda got drunk again. I had a couple of Strongbow's and I'm guessing that last nights alcohol was still in my system too.

It was quite funny looking back on it and I'd definitely do it again. I'd probably take some alcohol myself. Keep the numbers up.

Anyway, moving back to yesterdays party whilst I'm on the subject of parties.

Yesterday was amazing. I never knew I'd have so much fun in my life. Literally, it was so much fun, we danced to all them songs we danced to when we were kids. I had a lot to drink alcohol wise to I was completely drunk. I haven't been that drunk in a while. It felt good to let my hair down for once.

Anyway, it's getting late and I have to do some revision tomorrow, definitely need to do some revision.

Night!

Somehow I don't think that

This is going to be a long blog, or a blog with proper grammar.

You see, I've just come back from the party, my body doesn't feel like it belongs to me.

I sorta had a lot of alcohol to drink and it's really late, I can't wait to curl up under my sheets and go to sleep.

Of course, I had loads of fun, we hung out, drank a lot, danced a lot. I really enjoyed it. I need to thank Jordan when I see her tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow. I have another party. It's Becca Webb's birthday party. One I didn't know about until like two hours ago. It's at the beach so I'm guessing it's going to be fun.

So I'll be signing off now. My body doesn't belong to me.

Night!

And thus ends

Another day.

Another day of nothing but fanfiction. Mostly.

So I've suddenly got inspiration to finish off one of my previous fanfictions. One I never finished in the first place even though I promised I'd start writing again for it last September.

Anyway, though I do kinda need some paper, I'm all out of usable lined paper (paper that's not used for school) I think I might have to have a look around tomorrow for a spare notebook where I can make some notes. Life just sucks that way how whenever you a notebook there isn't one to be found.

That or I ask my mum for a new notebook in the morning. Hopefully she'd understand my writing needs, right?

Probably not.

So, I watched some new episodes of Danny Phantom today. I love watching Danny Phantom at the moment. It must be the fact that I'd just love to go back to the days where I could spend countless hours on fanfiction.net and not worry about school, homework, exams, etc, etc. It's all stressing. I find I need the relaxation some times.

So I'm not sure when I'll be blogging tomorrow. My friends party is tomorrow and it's not supposed to end until like midnight. So I don't know if I'll be awake enough to blog when I come home. I might blog before going, that seems like more of a plausible idea.

I have dance before hand too, which doesn't really help in the slightest.

Well, I like going to dance so there's really no problem there. I'll probably only go for like the first hour though so I have time to get ready to go to the party.

Moving on. I think really it's time that I went to sleep. I had some trouble getting to sleep last night. I had this pain (which is still there) on the left hand side of my body. It's about midway down my back. I've also had this really bad stomach all day. Something just can't have agreed with me.

So hopefully an early bed will cure me of whatever I'm suffering from at the moment.

Night!

So there's been little improvement

In my life at the moment. Nothing major has happened. I planned on spending the day catching up on some writing.

I got carried away.

With fanfiction.

Of course, that would be the main thing of my problems. Well, that would be the thing to take me off track.

Remember a couple of nights ago I said about this one fanfiction called Lost, where Danny doesn't remember him? I thought it was amazing.

I still think that. That was the reason why I didn't do any writing. I was totally absorbed in the writing. I loved every second of reading it. It hasn't been completed yet, but there's not much more to go. We've established that Danny'll never get his memories back. It's a sad outcome, but still an outcome. Danny found Sam and Tucker and saved them, almost getting killed in the process.

It was quite a sad fic actually. There were moments where I felt like crying. Happy tears though, it was never sad. The only sad moments I felt was when I was reading and seeing and understanding Danny's inner turmoil. Well, I can't really understand it, I've never lost my memory, but I could empathize with how he was feeling.

But anyway, so far, Danny's name has been cleared. His parents know about him being Danny Phantom. Now that's all they need to do is sort out Vlad and I can't really think of anything she/he needs to tie up after that. I can't think of a time where I'd been so... so... attached to a fic in the past couple of months. Besides when I'm reading Weak, that's also a good fanfiction....

Moving on from fanfiction there's nothing much else going on in my life.

So it's probably better for me to start packing up my things and start going to sleep. I start work again tomorrow. Joy. Yay.

You can obviously tell how much I love doing work. At least this is the last exam now coming up...

Night!

The exam went...

Great. Well, that's coming from me now... but of course, I went into school today thinking that the exam would go wrong, and everything would go against me.

Though I was pleasantly surprised when everything went my way. Well, it didn't go my way, but the questions were answerable. Probably the best exam I've had all year.

I'm so pleased with the turn out. I couldn't really have asked for a better exam.

But apart from that I've got nothing to talk about.

My mum came home from work today with an application form for a job. A new store is opening in Fforestfach and it's looking for workers. Maybe I'll score lucky. I don't know. Hopefully.

So, I have nothing to talk about at the moment. Literally, I'm watching Danny Phantom again and I don't want to miss anything. Which means as usual that this is going to be a short blog.

Though speaking of Danny Phantom there is one thing I want to mention.

I've finally decided on who my favourite character is.... I know I've been watching the show now for what? 5 years and I haven't decided on favourite character.

But now I can safely say my favourite character is The Box Ghost. I don't know what it is about him but he's just my kind of character. I think I'd like to be like him if I died and went to the ghost zone. It would be amazing. Well, not amazing. Interesting.

Anyway, I'm signing off blogger for the night.

Night!

Still haven't gotten around to typing the almighty good night yet...
I might...

... Eventually!

So I have an exam tomorrow...

I've been revising non stop practically for this exam. I reread most of the poetry, tried to understand some of the ones that I didn't. I reread the play. Made sure I didn't forget any minor details. Leant what Chaos Theory actually meant...

But even after all of that, I still feel like I haven't learnt anything new. That I don't remember much more than I did at the beginning of the four or so day hardcore revision session.

I guess life is just one of those cruel pranks that they like to pull...

Anyway, moving on, so luckily the exam is in the afternoon so I have all morning to revise for it. You know last minute cram session in school, on my own, in an abandoned classroom.

Wow, when you put it like that it does sound very depressing. The main point of doing this is because then I know I can work without being distracted. I'm just funny working that way...

I have noticed that this blog is oddly spacey... you know, like I have loads of '...' in it, and most of the paragraphs (as I'm typing it, it'll come out different in the final blog post) is never longer than two-three lines. How strange is that?

Anyway, (I also have a bad habit of saying that, I need to get a thesaurus....) I found this really good fanfiction. It's called Lost and it's on the Danny Phantom archive. So so far, the plot is like, Danny's been missing, but he has no memory of what his life was like or what happened to him before waking up in this old cabin alone. And he's trying to remember everything that's happened because his best friends, Sam and Tucker are still missing. He wants to find them real bad, even though he can't remember them. He also seems to be scared about what his memories hide, meaning he wants to know what happened and where they are, but is perhaps a bit scared...

He also seems to have a bad mood problem. But according to the story so far they've put that down to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I think it's probably because he's frustrated because no one is telling him anything. He feels left out, and he doesn't know what to think about anything because he can't remember anything.

It's actually a lot better than what I make it sound to be.

Anyway, (there's that word again) I guess I should be going now, it's getting late and I do have an exam tomorrow. Go me.

At least I have a week to revise for the new exam then, then I've completely finished them for the year. Yay! Go me!

Night!

Still haven't gotten around to say good night, I'm still debating on whether it's worth the extra word in the count.....

Exams.

Lately, these things seem to take over my mind. Believe it or not, more so than finding a job. I just can't seem to get through this lot unstressed. If that makes any sense.

You see, last year I was told (during my exams of course) that the exams I was sitting at the time were the ones that were going to determine the job I was going to get. But recently it seems like the complete opposite and the exams I sat last year are nowhere near as important as the exams I'm sitting now.

This only seems to add to the stress, you know? The pressure knowing you have to do them right or your not going to get very far in life.

Then there's also the added family pressure because my brother doesn't seem to do good in these exams. Well, he used to. Then his AS's didn't turn out as well as he hoped because he didn't revise for them. The same happened in January, and he's on his last chance now...

But anyway, moving back to the point. The family pressure is suffocating me. They tell me that the harder I work the better marks I'm going to get, I know that, but then it's all, you'll end up like Sam if you don't revise and we won't be as forgiving as we were for Sam.

It just makes me so stressed out. Luckily I don't have many exams left and then there's really not much left to do in school. But it all sucks really doesn't it?

I haven't got a clue on what I'm going to do anymore.

So, for now I'm going to read some fanfiction on my iPod and then go to sleep.

So, really there's only one thing to say....

Night!

I have to wonder why I never say Good Night. It's faster to type 'Night'... these days it seems to have the same meaning whichever way you type it. Oh well, maybe I should try saying it, someday.

Maybe someday I'll get a job, right?

I'm sorry...

My blog post yesterday was very depressing. I was really tired. There was no call for me to say things like that... I just have random moments like that where I feel insanely depressed. Things like that just happen to me.

So I've been doing a lot of thinking since then, which made me realize that what I said was out of line. Though I will defend it and say that a blog is where I put my true feelings. I know it's a public blog. I don't deny that. I just blog because I love blogging. It's a chance for me to express what I'm feeling. What I've done that day. Say what I feel is awesome, and what's not so awesome. I can't really apologize for what I was feeling. It's just something I'm going to have to learn how to deal with and writing about it is a way for me to learn how to deal with it.

I guess yesterday was just a tense day. My parents went up to see my uncle. Remember? The one that's dying? Yeah, well, I'm still not sure how I should be feeling at the moment. Or consciously I don' know how I feel, but really there's a lot more going on in my head that I know and what I was saying yesterday is just something to show that.

I know I should probably get help, right? But it's not that bad. I can deal with it. I have for so long now there's no real point in saying anything.

Anyway. To look on the bright side of things. I've been invited to a wedding... in Greece... in 2015. I'm actually looking forward to it. I don't know the couple personally all that well. But Sara, my sister does and they want me to come too, apparently. Sara is obviously really excited. I'm excited too, but I don't want to you know. Be a bit of a burden. We don't know each other very well and I don't want to spoil their special day by being there.

But they're insistent  according to Sara. I can always view it as a nice holiday, right?

Not much more to say really.

So I'll see you some other time. Mainly tomorrow...

Night!

Can't really think of much to say...

I'm not having a great time at the moment. Obviously. But, not just that, I don't have much to say for myself.

I'm not doing much, half of the time I feel like the world is against me. I could cry sometimes to know how bad my life is getting.

Sometimes it gets so bad that I start thinking, yeah, maybe drugs could be the answer for this. But then, I back out because I'm too cowardly to do it, and the fact that I can't find anyone with anything. I'm not a very outgoing person. I don't usually do parties, I don't go out underage drinking on the Wind street.

I don't know what's wrong with me lately. I'm pinning it all down to stress, but I'm not so sure anymore. I'm so worried over money you would not believe it. I don't know why it's getting to me so bad. I know I don't come from the richest family in the world, but I definitely don't need to worry this much.

I also don't want to come across as desperate. I find a job that I could do and I apply for it. Nothing ever comes of it. No one calls me back and the people that do get back to me its to tell me that I'm rejected. I've learnt that the world is a cruel place. I learnt that years ago when bad things were happening to me. Things that have been buried by the family to the point where I can't tell whether I dreamed it or everyone is just good at hiding what happened.

I try to seek out help. God, I do try to tell my friends. But I choke up, I'm supposed to be the happy one. The one that never cares about anything and doesn't care for anyone else. I can't go around saying something like that happened. I can't tell them the reason why I bail out of every sexual relationship I've ever had. I can't tell them why I stiffen up whenever someone gives me a hug. I can't tell them.

They'd never understand.

But I can't blame it on something that I have no proof besides vague memories as to what actually happened. And it's not exactly something you just pop randomly into a conversation.

It just comes down to the fact that know I'm old enough to understand what actually happened I don't know what to do about it. I can't look at people. I always feel dirty. I've considered killing myself on more than one occasion.

Many people have asked me over the last couple of months why I want to leave my hometown when I go to University. It's not to have a little independence. It's so that I know I'm not here, and no one is watching over me all the time. I can live a life of my own.

It's just the fear that it'll happen again. I know my parents never truly believed me when I told them. They never will understand because I never really did tell them everything.

I know this one all lays down to me. I have no one to blame but myself.

I'm just not sure if I can deal with all this guilt and pain anymore. I just want things to be over with. To end the suffering. To finally see some light in my life.

The only light I'm looking for at the moment is a job that pays. And good exam marks. I work so hard for both of them. I know I'm not smart. But I do try, a B, anything above a D is perfect for me at the moment. I don't expect As. I never have and I never will.

At the moment I'm not too caring about where I work. I could have a shitty manager and I wouldn't care because he's the one that's paying me. As long as there's pay I'm not too caring.

Anyway.

I think I should probably get going before I depress myself even more. It's just. I don't know what to do anymore.

Praying doesn't work. I've tried everything. There never is a solution. I guess something good has to eventually come out of all this bad stuff, right?

I get really frustrated

When my mum accuses me of not revising when she knows I put loads of time into it.

Of course, you guys can tell that too, right?

I, personally, spend hours and hours of revising for my exams. I do as well as I can to prepare for them. Sure, my preparation isn't exactly the best, but I'm trying.

I can't help it if I feel like I could do with a couple of days off. You know? I only have one exam next week which is English Literature, and that's an exam I can take my book in for, so I don't really need to remember all that many quotes.

But no, for her, my rereading of the texts isn't good enough for her. I'm not revising enough. I spent all afternoon revising for this exam.

I just get really frustrated when my mum accuses me of not doing something that I know I have been doing it.

Does anyone else ever feel like this?

Maybe it's just because I'm so stressed out because of these exams, I can finally see the end to them all, I know I don't have long to go now. Two exams left.

I'm frustrated at them. I'm frustrated at school because they don't give us enough study leave. I'm frustrated at my friends because they don't listen to me. I'm frustrated because I can't get a job.

So life isn't exactly going as planned. It never does so hopefully things'll put up soon. Maybe when the exams are over I can focus on finding a job, getting on the payroll and maybe have a better life. Indulge once in a while.

Anyway, I have to be up early in the morning. My mum and dad are leaving the kids with us whilst they go up to London to visit my Uncle.

So...

Night!

Robin Hood

I know I said it and for once I'm actually doing what I said I would do...

So today I went to see Robin Hood for the first time. I know it's been out a while now but I haven't had the time to go and see it because of exams.

So, this isn't going to be a long review because I need to be going to bed, my mum is on the 'you know school is starting back up again' thing.

So, I'll just keep it as brief as possible.

I really enjoyed the film. After how crappy Clash of the Titans was I was expecting this to be similar. (More of less to do with the hype that it was given, similar to Clash of the Titans, and that looked like a similar movie, so I thought it would meet the same fate...)

I was surprised. I didn't go in there with high expectations because I didn't want to be disappointed. But I wasn't.

As far as I'm aware, the story was as similar as it was going to be, there's definitely room for a sequel. I would definitely like to see a sequel, you know, to go further into how Robin Hood became a legend to all of us Brits.

Anyway, before I get dragged off, I thought that the acting was okay. Not brilliant. I guess it probably had something to do with character development, there wasn't really much of that going on.

But still, an hour or so after leaving the cinema and the whole feeling had just sunk in, I felt like I needed to go and see the film again. Obviously, I think on this account I'll just wait and buy the DVD like most people do.

I can't wait for that now.

Anyway, I'm signing off for the night. I'll leave you with this message:

Great fun, great film, hopefully there's a sequel planned because I would really like to see how he became the 'king of thieves' or the man who stole from the rich to help the poor. Well, I know how it happens. I would just like to see if in the film...

Before I say good night, I have noticed that this blog has kind of been scattered. I apologize for that. I can't help being scatter brained. It'll all be okay in the morning :D

Night!

So it's going to sound quite stupid

But the reason the blogs have been quite choppish the last couple of days is because I didn't want to mention a certain movie and have like all these nightmares and stuff.

I know.

It's stupid.

I realize that. So the film itself was Paranormal Activity. It's as scary as it's advertised. But I've gotten over it now. Hopefully.

So, over the course of the last few days I feel like I've read a decent amount of books. I read all four of the Sixth Sense books, I read Monsters of Men (which might I add is such an amazing book, the series itself needs more recognition for the amazing series that it actually is. I was skeptical at first about buying the first book, I'd never heard of the series before and at the time I liked to do some internet shopping on the book first. But I am so glad I picked up the series. It was amazing. Maybe I should do a Chaos Walking tribute blog? That sounds like a good idea. I'll do it on Thursday as tomorrow I'll probably be talking about Robin Hood, which I am going to see for my birthday which was admittedly a long time ago now...) and The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Now that is book that leaves you thinking at the end. I loved the book. It's on the top list along with Catcher in the Rye for me. I can't wait to see the movie version (Of Perks of Being a Wallflower... getting a Catcher in the Rye as a film is like asking is Santa real...) when it comes out. Which is hopefully soon.

I'm also now reading Skulduggery Pleasant. I'm not quite sure what to make of it just yet, it's okay I guess, but I'm only like a quarter of a way through it, I'll probably read the series to see how it turns out. I'm like that...

Which probably leads me to explain my choice in literature.

As a bookworm, obviously I love to read all kinds of books. I tend to stray from Romance, myself, but I can stand it if it's like a subplot and isn't too significant. Like usual fantasy stories. I can deal with them...

So I'd like to think that I'm quite open minded when it comes to books. Like some people believe, well wherever I come from, that if you still read Teen Fiction you can't exactly call yourself a bookworm. I totally disagree with this comment. A bookworm by definition is someone who loves to read. It doesn't matter what genre it comes from, and where it's stereotypically put.

Getting back to the point. I generally love to read Science Fiction/ Fantasy, but I have this strange love to books with teenage adolescence and drug abuse, that kind of thing.

But I will read other stuff too...

I'm actually going to be sad enough to admit it but it's sorta my dream to start at one end of the Waterstones fiction area and read all the way around the shop. Fiction, Crime, Romance, Poetry, Plays, Classics, Fiction 9-12, Teen Fiction, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Graphic Novel.

But to do this, obviously I need to get money and to get money I need to get a job. Something which I'm still working on. I don't have one of those yet.

Anyway,

I have kinda lost track of time, so much so I can't go downstairs... I kinda have this thing where I can't go downstairs after a certain time because I think I'll wake everyone up. It's ridiculous really, but it's a state of mentality I guess, so now I have no band to tie my hair with. I always tie my hair back to go to bed. But I guess tonight's going to have to be an exception.

I just tried to go downstairs, but I kinda convinced myself not to do it... Yeah, I'm a wimp. I honestly didn't realize how late it had gotten...

Night!