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Well, it's a mixture of boredom and because I was reading a very good journal today.
It's 6 minutes to 2 in the morning and I can hear my mom getting ready to yell down the stairs at me.
I don't mind.

I love this time of night. If I could be bothered (God I've been using that word and awful lot lately, and I don't even watch the Catherine (sp?) Tate show gonk ) I'd go outside, yes I'm perfectly aware it's the middle of the night, and just breathe in the frosty midnight (well 2 in the morning) air. Especially when it's this time of year, it's not cold but there's still a crispness in the air. And it's fresh too. Which is lovely.

I'm in the stuffy sitting room *proceeds to turn off the radiator* typing away with muffled sounds upstairs (mom probably swearing under her breath at me and my sister).

I feel like something to eat. It occurs to me that I actually haven't eaten today ... except for a couple of Quality Streets and a biscuit. I'm not fat ... I just happen to like chocolate, even though this Christmas I never want to see another box of Roses again.
I want a hot pitta bread with cheese stuffed in really fast so it melts a little, and then it gets all mushy and you get more flavour.

I'm mumbling on and on ... I'll eventually shut up, but I've been so unbelievably bored since school finished. Can't live with it, can't live without it. *sigh*
These are the thoughts that I'm left with. They plague me, haunt me.

I wanted to start another bit in my book (see another journal entry) but I'm scared ... and I know I'll ruin it if I force it. This is what happens to all of my projects, I start them and give it great gusto ... [insert dramatic pause] ... and then they die, wilt away, get shoved to the back of my mind with great snow ploughs. Then I think of a new idea and it gets pushed out the back of my mind completely, it's left in a crumpled heap where it fell out of my ear. Yes, my ear, have you no imagination, think Dr Seuss (gah, can't spell that either ... the 'Cat in the Hat' fella ... ah! Realisation!)
I need to write, but what about?! I need to take my mind of school, so I'll stop missing it, and dreading it at the same time. I mean it's already the 28th of December!!! And what have I done? Sweet feck all! I was going to say sweet fanny adam, but then decided against it as it may upset readers with a fragile disposition.

And if yew can be bothered (there I go again U_U) ter read that lot, there's a pat in the back fer yew. It's mumblish, well not in the dictionary sense but close enough.

Night night dear reader ... ooh, I've come up with a better name for the journal thingy. What do ye think about 'Eire's blog, Tales of Some Such'?
I quite like that. Feedback necessary/ compulsory ... needed.
Bye then... *waves*