Hiatus

Its the day between exams
and all through the house;
was me not studying
or rhyming very well either.

That is basically a summary of my days activities. Yesterday i had my lovely ancient history exam, every bit as riveting as you expect. Atleast i used more quotes than ellen. Atleast i used quotes, ellen.
Ellen should have been capitalised, but instead I thought it would be better to talk about how i could remedy that error, instead of actually doing it. Which sums up my life pretty much. I COULD study for my looming exams, for which im really not prepared. OR i could pretend to study for exams, thus fooling everyone into a fall sense of security in which i get a good ATAR.

Actually, that really has nothing to do with what i was saying. Im really just typing things as they come to mind. MY belief is that if i dont stop writing, just keep going and writing the very first things that come to my mind, with absolutely no censorship at all... it will still be crap, but i'll have the infallible excuse of 'i didnt have time to prepare'. Apparently that makes the difference. I recently got a FormSpring, which proved to be as disappointing as its description;

An open forum wherein you can verbally admonished, probed, insulted, assaulted, pepper-and-salted and generally stalked by anonymous keyboard warriors and sex offenders"

Anyway, the point i was making with that is that Mabel seemed to think this was a fantastic thing. She thought she could come to expect "yay! betch has a formspring! i'll be looking forward to reading good calls and hilarious comebacks! :D "

Sorry to disappoint you Mabel, even with the time to rehearse i dont think i've lived upto you high expectations. Now im not trying to be another angsty teenage prick, weeping and boring out my heart to my devoid-of-followers blog. Contrary to how i probably sound, im a reasonably cheery guy. I've been told that for whatever inexplicable reason, my writing style is depressing. It took me three attempts before i could create a passable summary of Year 11 for the school yearbook, because my first attempts made anyone who read it want to kill themselves. For this I apologise.

Anway, I'm not entirely sure why i'm trying to revive this, my....5th attempt at a blog? Certainly, its gained the most momentum out of all of them (one follower. Sad. On a happy note, hello Prasad), but Mabel asked me to reactivate my Tumblr. I dislike Tumblr because its for whiny teenage girls for reposting picture of unicorns and romantic images, complete witht he sort of lovey-dovey quotes that Edward Cullen himself wouldnt be caught undead saying. I may try to salvage some Tumblr posts but, because its easier than typing all this..