September

So my dad had a birthday in September. That was all fine and dandy. I brought him a Hugh Laurie book and my brother brought him The Ramones (the actual band, not the album. We keep them in the basement and feed them cookies occasionally). And then he went and broke his arm playing badminton a few days later. Tsk.

So my dad's arm has been in a cast for most of September. Thus, I've started doing some housework, a concept that until recently was alien to me. It's actually quite liberating getting it done initially (as long as you don't inhale the fumes of the all-purpose anti-germ spray, apparently it also works as anti-lung spray), but the novelty almost immediately wears off.

I've also been busy going back to college with all my fwiends, all towering over the gleaming, hot-off-the-factory-floor and freshly polished brand new AS students. They're, erm, they're an interesting bunch. They're excited, and fairly excitable, about being in college and not school and they're moving on in life and ready to build a career and be famous and meet new people and smoke weed and go to college parties and like, totally do loadsa' girrrrls and it's gonna be totally awesome and we're gonna meet all sort'sa new people and then we'll go on to university and it'll be the same but better like OMG!!!11

But then they realise that actually, you do still do work, and you do get tired. As in: on a comedown from a high as high as Mount. Everest. But they're still totally excited about being in college, man, and all these parties are definitely gonna happen!!1 So they mope around zombie-like, frequently show public displays of almost entirely platonic affection and collapse onto the comfy chairs (The Squish: a large area full of comfy chairs in-between the canteen and the north block, in the absence of common rooms) complaining about having to move.

So pretty much what we did.

What we're doing now? Growing beards, apparently. My friend Michael's started combing his.

What am I doing now? I've got a new English teacher. He's called Mr Green. He wears his hair in a long, dark grey pony tail. He has a goatee to rival Lucifer's. He drives a Harley Davidson. His classes introduced me to 'Waiting for Godot'. That's pretty much all you need in a person isn't it?

My drama classes are currently consisting of me beating my group of six (me plus five) into line while I yell how to make a theatre production at them. Or not, but I am working in a group of five plus me to make our very own theatre production. We've come up with a neat little story: a guy sells his sole so he can be immortal, but after a while it all goes to shit. We've called him Doctor Fau - wait.

Oh, and we also invented a game about penguins which is literally the most fun you can have without playing the game about penguins while taking your clothes off.

I'm supposed to be doing my UCAS stuff for universities. But I'm writing this. Maybe this could help? Stick in the back of the application or reference?

Oh, and I bloody dropped photography. In hindsight, it was a bit crap, really. I learnt the basics of camera usage, but then the rest was photoshopping and artist research. A more apt title would have been photo-editing.

And that folks, was my first month in college as an A2 student. My AS brother seemed to enjoy it too, he might even have written about it in detail in his won blog.

I've just started typing things wrong.

I should go to bed.


Good evening.