If Mediocrity was a Crime...

So, I managed to fail at my own promise to myself. No drinking till after exams. Got drunk on Friday and Saturday. Ooops. Today has been horrible. My recurring nightmare woke me up at half 5. I've been having the same one every night for a week. Starting to get to me a wee bit. I do know one solution: don't sleep. That's right, after 19 months (or 574 days to be exact. But who's counting?) of complaining that I want to sleep more. I now don't want to sleep. I think that's a fail at every aspect of life. Ah well. Good thing about them, though, is it shows I am normal, to an extent. Proves I might actually miss a person or two. Then again, there's only like 2 people I speak to on a daily basis.

One final week of sixth form. Thank fook. The faster this week goes, the sooner I can restart life. Which means I might be stopping this blog. Or perhaps not. I dunno. But yeah. I've also left myself £7.50 to get a suit for the leavers do. I may have to go in the style of Neil off the Inbetweeners. No shirt or tie. Just pants, shoes and a jacket. Now picture it. Looks like I won't be the only one not sleeping tonight. Ha. (I've even lost heart on trying to make this funny, despite that joke. I usually chuckle to myself when I make a funny. Ah well.)

Another weekend sans revision. I think I'm gonna batter these A Levels. Is it bad that I really don't care what I get? Fail to see the point of getting worked up over them, tbh. I do, however, get worked up about unimportant things, like Football Manager. It's like I'm a young boy inside a man's body. Not in the Michael Jackson way (allegedly). I just don't have responsibilities in order. But I digress.


Completely content yesterday. More miserable than I've ever been in my life today. What a difference a day makes. It's a lottery as to how I am tomorrow.

They Call Him Rutman - bringing you lowered levels of enthusiasm since 2009 or whatever.