Easter Boredom

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Hello again.
Ignore the fact that the thumbnail for my last post was a giant picture of a shoe- I tried to make it smaller but the website decided to be a bitch and made it impossible for me to do so. Err, let me make it up to you with this picture of aesthetically pleasing donuts which I totally made myself and didn't just get off google images by typing in "food": 


I hope I've just made your day better although if you're in my position (lying in bed at 1:37 am feeling extremely hungry as all I've had to eat today is a bowl of coco pops, an off brand snickers bar and a cup of chicken and lemongrass soup that doesn't actually contain chicken or lemongrass- it tasted shit by the way and was extremely difficult to swallow) then I've probably just made you hungry. I am extremely hungry. 

I'm not starving myself or anything (yeah, we're all so convinced)- food was offered to me except it was leftover spaghetti. I generally dislike Italian, especially cold Italian food. 

My life has been relatively uneventful as of late. It's been ages since I last posted (apologies although I doubt anyone actually reads this blog). The only significant thing that has happened was the performance of "Oliver!" at the local theatre- I was in it, playing the Artful Dodger. I enjoyed actually being onstage, not so much being backstage. I will explain why... 

So, basically there's this kid called... Yttrium. Up until a few weeks ago I thought he was okay- bit weird- nothing too bad. So he came up to me and asked me what my hobbies were. Innocent question, right? So I replied with "Oh, I like writing and stuff. You?" and he replied (in the creepiest voice ever): "I like sticking pins in my hand. Look!" and then he showed me his hand which was FULL of puncture marks as if he'd been stung by a bee a hundred times. He followed this by giving a very graphic (almost sexual) description of how pleasurable he finds it... I swear he has a pin fetish. So, yeah, he's definitely not going to come and murder me in my sleep. 

Fuck, I'm hungry. I would go downstairs but it's now 02:01am and there's nothing but cold spaghetti and lemongrass soup. I think there's some chips in the freezer but I'd make loads of noise making them. Also, I'm just lazy. Never mind, I'm going to the cinema with Uranium tomorrow so I'll probably eat loads of shit there. I'll wait till tomorrow. 

So, at the moment I'm halfway through the Easter Holidays and when I get back to school exams start. So far, I have procrastinated doing any revision and spent most of my time watching American Horror Story or Sherlock (which inspired me to do some fan art that I'm actually really proud of):


I should probably start revising soon as our maths teacher handed us a sheet of everything that would be on the test and we haven't done half of the stuff on there- I don't even know what a Pythagora is (okay, I know that it's Pythagoras, not Pythagora at least)

Yeah, I'm definitely going to fail all my exams and end up living in a cardboard box. To be fair, I did next to no revision last year and actually did quite well so I hope stuff plays out the same this time.

I'm going to go sleep now. 
Um, bye, I guess. 
-Radium




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