John Travolta made a comeback; why can't I?

Mood alright, considering…
Wearing my nicer, red Abercrombie pj bottoms and my brown Rapunzel 70’s shirty thing. And my Bench coat.
Eating/Drinking Fizzy water.
Hearing Guillemots – Bad Boyfriend.
Dreamt about dunno.
Currently reading A Beautiful Mind – Sylvia Nasar.
Present MSN name Bite the heads off jelly babies, not because you think it tastes better, but because you enjoy hearing their little jelly screams.
Talking to No one.
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I have just finished my Biology AS Level exam, Unit One.
How time flies. And yes, I know I haven’t been on here in a long time. That was more because I wanted to have a life instead of just write about crap all the time.
So now, I have a life. And I’m not going to sum up the past year or however long it’s been… because it will take forever. Even longer than my other posts, and on average they were at about 2000-3000 words each.
In the times that’s gone, I have been to Uganda, Margate (exotic!)… I have got into Sixth Form and received my GCSE results… I have made new friends and lost old ones (which I’m not as bitter about as I would have been, had this happened a year ago, perhaps)… I decided I enjoy Chemistry, and decided that English (as it is atm) is not that fun. I wear suits everyday to Sixth Form and wear jeans at the weekends (nothing new there)… I still see Mrs Davis and I still ask Mr Cunningham loooooots of questions. I’m still 5’2” and I still fence (though I’ve moved on to sabre now, but epee is still my weapon of choice).
So, I haven’t changed that much, have I?

I got into the Winton Cup recently and fenced for my life, and didn’t do so well. But in all fairness, my epees were broken and so my hits weren’t registered. Which was a bitch, really.

What to say? What to say? I’m possibly going to get employed? Last night I could sleep because I was so excited at that prospect. I was more excited about the potential job than I was worried about my impending Biology exam (today).
It will be so cool if Herry and I get the jobs at Pride Park, cos then we’ll work together (with Jatinder also) and it’ll be fun.

Happy happy happy.

This isn’t the same, is it? Well, gotta get back into the rhythm of things again, I s’pose. If anything happens, I’ll tell you, but until then, this is a new, clean slate and as far as you’re concerned, this a new blog.

If you have questions, I’m happy to answer them. But in all honesty, I’ve told people about Uganda and things… so if I know you, then you’ll probably know what’s new in my life anyway. That was partly what rendered this blog useless in the first place.

Ah well. So long, sweeties. Talk to you soon when I have something to say. Like maybe tomorrow, when I’ve had my Chem and Psych (gosh, gotta tell you about Gibbs at some point) exams and I’ve been WATCHED by the Holden. Or perhaps Dilly.

Maybe I’ll leave you with something. A poem, perhaps. Untitled 1. I wrote it a few years ago. See what you think, and tell me.

The public first saw
a flawless man
in a black suit,
black shoes, black tie.
But later, it appeared
on a closer glance;
the true colours emerged:
shrouding all they stood for
all they gained,
all they worked for,
all they were,
in the blackness of his wallet.
He was indeed:
Too proud to ask,
too high to stoop;
a hero struck down,
and sinking lower
to greed and selfishness.
Groping hands reach for help
and obtain nothing.
For the man in the black suit,
black shoes and tie,
has blackness in his heart.