School

I'm back at school now, wondering if anything has actually changed since I was 4. Reading old diaries has confirmed that, yes, one thing has changed...(drum roll please) my handwriting (yes, that's all). Oh well, it could be worse. My writing could still be illedgible (it's quite obvious my spelling is no better than it was). But at least I've still got my youthful glow (?)

Read Jackie today (It was free with my Mum's newspaper) Times have changed...(*sigh*) Who's David Essex anyway? It's all so innocent. And so English. Someone actually wrote in who lives in the same city as me. Wow.

Sun, Seaside, Summer and Strawberries.

Last night I experienced a revelation. Okay, so calling it a revelation is a slight exageration, but I truly didn't know just how good strawberries taste with pepper on them. Seriously. I learnt that, if I can add just the perfect amount of pepper, instead of being able to taste the pepper, the strawberries tastestronger, which is an absolute Godsend for home-grown strawberries that should taste delicious, but don't really taste of anything.

Today, I have enjoyed one of life's great pleasures. I live in a little-known seaside city, it's most remarkable feature being it's naval base. However, there is a small, man made water feature near the seafront, famed amongst the locals for the swan boats, duck boats, climbing trees, ice creams, crab fishing opportunities and most other good things you can find on a rather small public water feature. I have lived here for most of my life, so it is home to many fond memories, such as learning to walk. I went for a walk there today in the glorius sunshine, and, I must admit, I found myself reminisce.

Recently, a news paper advertised a house in the city I live in. It went on to say that, the house was beatiful, but basicly the whole rest of the town was not quite adequate. Having been born here, I feel that my home is worthy of alot higher praise than it was given. And so, I'm sorry to say, I have stopped reading that colum.

Dreams Coming True

Yesterday, my friend went to Pizza Hut (soo sophisticated) with a guy she really likes. It went absolutely perfectly. (Thanks to my crossed fingers and alot of other things I was doing that I don't believe in anyway.)

It makes me wonder why not everybody's dreams come true like hers do. I know that most people don't live a whole lifetime without there dreams ever coming true, but ot just seems fairer if everyones dreams come true.

1st Ever post

This is my 1st ever post and I'm hoping this will be as easy as it looks. Then again, nothing ever really is. Oh well. We live in hope...

I know that, if I want to do this properly, I should write a summary of everything I'm ever going to write about, but I don't know what I'm going to write about yet. Possibly my life, but it hasn't happened yet, so how could I write a summary about it.

I guess I could write about my life so far, but that's average bordering on dull, as is everyone's I guess, but hopefully I'll be able to change mine soon.

I think that was a reasonable introduction...