Helloooo, as usual I'm trying my utmost to write an entire post without any planning whatsoever. You'd of expecting that after a record breaking two weeks with out update that I would be full to bursting with new ideas. Well if that's so you're in for an uncomfortable read.
So, I went to see Arsenal lose for the first time. It was a shame that we lost the game considering how surprisingly up for it we were and how utterly shit Na$ri was, but I think that's the most enjoyment I've managed from any game I have ever attended. There's a possibility that I was the only fan in the entire top tier who sang, but really my view of the match as a whole was over-shadowed by my genuine passion for my team. I have been going slightly over the top on the whole "Arsenal till I die" business, but who's going to stop me. I enjoy letting loose any spare passion, and it probably is a way for me to get my anger out without even realising. So that's good on the whole, money well spent. Since I'm on talking about the home of football, it's probably the right time for me to send a big shout out to Adam. A man with such high calibre that he didn't even need to ask me for his inclusion in my writing.
In many ways throughout the past two weeks I have done quite a lot and barely anything at all in my spare time. An early Christmas present arrived in the form of the complete scripts of Blackadder. A joyous read which makes it difficult for me to contain my giggling, it has been welcomed into the family with open arms, and there have even been tiny rumours that it would be acceptable for me to perform an episode for my final drama GCSE piece. It is only a tiny rumour though, so we shall have to wait.
Last week I had a pretty torrid experience with a week's worth of mock examinations. I shan't go on because I wouldn't like my audience to be sucked into an un-ending void of tedium, however I'd like to point you in the direction of Kyle Pattinson (I'm so sorry, but I had to use that photo). Just as I was preparing to leave the hall after my French exam, Kyle turned to face me from across the room and mouthed the words "Andrew, I had a wank" while making the appropriate gesture. My reaction was far from appropriate. When I felt my tiny burst of unexpected laughter had been sufficiently covered up by my nonchalant coughing, the worst three people to recognise my weakness an exploit it did so. Liam, Zoe and Jodie's chuckling was so infectious that my only resort was to put my head in my hands and make my spectators believe I'd burst into an uncontrollable patch of tears. That was absolutely relentless.
There is quite a lot I could be talking about but, honestly, right now, most of the fibres in my body are telling me to have a rest and that starting this blog was a bad choice. Don't get me wrong, I adore this transaction, but this isn't where I should be right now. What would be best for me would be if I posted this account, hide a lie down and read Alex James's Bit of a blur. I hope to return with a more clear view and a better plan later in the week, but right now the extent of me not caring goes so far that I'm not even bothered about spell-checking. Scary stuff for such a perfectionist when it comes to English.
Fuck me I haven't even touched on Christmas or Liam. Or the Jack Copland twitter account. The future looks brighter than I first thought. Sure thing, hopefully I'll see you within five days.
Andrew x
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