Life is pretty rubbish atm.

or maybe I just had a bad day. Ive come to the sad realisation that I'm going to fail all of my a-levels, and I dont even care that much. What's more upsetting is the fear that I'm going to end up working in sainsburys for the rest of my life. I've been there two years already I'm sick of the damn place.

HOWEVER I am very excited for tomorrow, for you see tomorrow has a world of possibilities; you never know what its going to bring. That's not why I'm excited, I'm excited cos I'm going cafe with Georgia, but I'll at least make out that I have some positive outlook.

In philosophy today I had an epiphany of sorts: I'm studying the most pointless subject ever. I asked a question and Mr Gordon told me that "no one really knows". So for all I know, I could be a brain in a vat, or in the Sims (I like this idea more, I ADORE the Sims). But we'll never know, because we can't test it. Unless the Matrix happens. Bloody William Berkeley, you're making my life difficult and confusing at the moment. Take your poxy idealism back.

So I was going to apply to be on Coach Trip..

.. But I found out I won't be 18 by the time it starts. CURSE MY PARENTS FOR MAKING SO YOUNG. I LOVE coach trip, especially Brendan, and Kelly and I had such good plans. Fear not; we will be making our T.V debut next year, keep your eyes peeled.

On a more positive note, I've had a most excellent weekend. It's both my parent's birthdays, so last night we went to see From The Jam, who are the two members of The Jam that aren't Paul Weller and another dude, and they were brilliant. It was a bit strange to see middle aged men moshing though, especially as one of them was my father.

I want to say more but my eyes will barely stay open, so til next time, farewell.