I wish I was as adventurous as I was as a child. I used to put a saddle on my dog and make it jump over things. Once I tried to put a saddle on my nans dog, but it sat down and I slid off backwards. Nowadays life has grown dull, I'm only putting saddles on my horse, what's so exciting about that?

I just suffered a tragic half hour without wifi... there is no plausible cause or reason for my suffering, but it is over done dusted and buried in the past now.

In some ways I want this to be a public blog- but the people that will read it, are not the people that I want to read it. Perhaps I will toss a coin...

I would keep a journal but I fear my life is so dull that I would fill merely half a page each day. Most people make blogs so that they can broadcast to the world that they are full of deep and inspirational thoughts, that are truly just a bunch of jack. I know, I once made a blog dedicated to this purpose. I have hopefully outgrown the cliche quotes, and just want to use this blog as if it were a diary. Now I am no Bridget Jones- don't expect much from me, but I am also no Ned Kelly- my life lacks his excitement but hopefully what I write will read well... if not, pray do tell me as I want to be a writer

Results

I can't stop my thoughts from veering onto results day. It's only two days away now, and the past 2 months have been torture. Especially the past week, every morning I awake with a fresh fear of what opening the envelope will reveal.