Again, I have the urge to delete all previous posts. Pointless, badly written and not of interest to any except for me. But, they will have to stay, for now.

One week tomorrow. It seems so real now. I guess it's just something you do, and try not to think so much about, as hard as that often is.

A nice summery of my day.

We have moved on from Caroline is a hypocrite to Caroline enjoys unjust stereotyping. Labelling is just WRONG. Hypocrites.

Whilst walking out from school I could feel this dripping on my leg, checked my bag. Nothing. It persisted, we checked again. Nothing. Again it persisted, we then threw the contents of my back on the ground to find an open bottle and my notes and books saturated. The whole thing I must admit was rather amusing.
Bus was late spent 45 minutes cold, hungry and iPod less. (It died mid way through.)
I am now to refer to football as soccer.Whilst having an e-fight on the merits of “soccer” vs. GAA. This obviously prepared (Waiting for someone like me to come along *copy* *paste* ) “25 REASONS WHY GAA IS BETTER THAN SOCCER”. I wanted to tell her where to stuff it, but I didn't. I'm nice like that. Tokyo Police Club are playing Dublin. It’s 18+, of course. No breaks in two out of my three two hour classes. My brother didn’t get me my vinyls and refuses to give me my money back. I had to study.

Today, all told, was pretty sh*t.