Well once again MSN is not cooperating so i am online, but unable to chat to you. So the obvious short-term remedy to this predicament is to write a pointless post, so here it is;
Sunday in my world is always relaxed, i have things to do but no schedule to stick to. There's homework and the gym, both of which have to be done.
This sunday was no exception, i was rudely awoken today, unusual for a sunday. At around 11am i hear a distant thumping, a thumping outside of that in my head and then a loud voice, deep inside myself i know that i should throw off my saturday-night-induced-comatose state but i am reluctant. Then my door is thrown open and standing in the doorway, a large man, who turns out to be my Dad. I hear the words "gym" and "now", i don't like them much.
Nonetheless my dad is stubborn and will not leave until i am dressed and on my way, so within 1/2 i am blinking in the bright light, wondering when Guernsey got to be so cold. In another few minutes i find myself reluctantly on the treadmill, running, because when you don't run you fall off. After only around 15minutes of this ludicrous activity i decide that enough is enough and promptly fall off, a little more awake by now. I dutifully make my way around the gym, through pounding music and past disgusting sweaty people unitl my program is done, my CD has finished and i am knackered.
A long, hot shower later i am finally awake, at 1:30pm. I walk home and collapse into a sandwich, which i then eat in front of the tv, i stay here for several hours. Various people come and go, some of which live here, some that don't, some that i know and some that i don't. I watch a movie and then Ski Sunday before i am rudely awoken once again by the abysmal sound of atomic kitten being played on my little sister's stereo and a few minutes later her tone-deaf voice singing along. This is enough for me so i sprint upstairs, close my door and turn my stereo up. Only to be yelled at that tea is ready 15minutes later, i dubiously stick my head out of my door, and am relieved to hear that the teen-tack-trash has been switched off, i eat my tea.
This done i retreat upstairs once more to fill in some summer forms and do my laborious physics assignment before texting some friends and, when i hear my sisters coming up to bed, i come down to turn this computer on. To my dismay MSN will not work so after some refreshingly abusive language i sit down to write this.
Currently my phone is ringing, my music blaring and possibly everyone in St Peter Port is yelling at me but you know what? I really don't give a shit because sunday is nearly over and tomorrow the world will climb back into their mundane little goldfish bowls, oblivious to the world around them and my music blaring when i should be at school.
Have a nice week
Keep living x x x