Hi ho silver...

Hi-dee-ho.

Sort of doing some Art Homework now. I'm researching some Artists - on named Shani Rhys James and the other called MC Escher. It's kind of cool - the Shani one has loads of cool paintings that I can totally relate to my idea.

Today was cool. Again, it was my only full day, so I was off buzzing round everywhere. Tomorrow is my lie in, so I'll probably be up quite late reading, I have to read the whole of Enduring Love by Ian McEwan by next Tuesday, which should be fine, as long as it's nice and interesting.

I'm kinda practising French things as well, learning some...stuff for tomorrow's lesson...I'm gonna write it here to reinforce it....

je peux, tu peux, il/elle/on peut, nous pouvons, vous pouvez, ils peuvent

je vais, tu vas, il/elle/on va, nous allons, vous allez, ils vont

j'ai, tu as , il/elle/on a, nous avons, vous avez, ils ont

je dois, tu dois, il/elle/on doit, nous devons, vous devez, ils doivent

je suis, tu es, il/elle/on est, nous sommes, vous etes, ils sont

je fais, tu fais, il/elle/on fait, nous faisons, vous faites, ils font

je tiens, tu tiens, il/elle/on tient, nous tenons, vous tenez, ils tiennent

je viens, tu viens, il/elle/on vient, nous venons, vous venez, ils viennent

je vois, tu vois, il/elle/on vois, nous voyons, vous voyez, ils voient

je veux, tu veux, il/elle/on veut, nous voulons, vous voulez, ils voulent

 

Ok, hopefully I'll remember that when it comes to tomorrow.

Oh no, shorthand. I'll have to log off soon and practice that like mad. I suck at that...meh.

Anyway, the day was busy, but Journalism was cool because we just got to do this practice exercise again. Tomorrow I'm writing up my article on National Poetry Day, which should be cool. I'm gonna go check up on the Team Talk boards.

Later.

Phillie.

 

 

 

These Things I'll Never Say

This is gonna be a rather cryptic entry.

I can't even......it's about what I said before, a few days ago. The thing I rather would get off my chest, tell everyone, especially the person/people 'involved'....but I can't. I...I'm too scared to take the leap, and for that I feel pathetic. I mean, we're supposed to be living our lives to the full, to live as if we're going to die tomorrow. But I never do that. I always think, "oh I can tell them another time.." or  "Oh, I'm sure they'll come to me...".....but with every day I doubt it more and more... *feels weird*

I hardly ever cry, but sometimes I really feel like it, just to be able to, you know, let some of the feelings out. I think it bottle them up too much. It's a catch 22. I mean, the more I want to say it, the more nervous I get, and the more nervous I get, the more closed up I get, yet I still want to say it. I don't know if I'm making sense. I just want to get...at least some of what I'm feeling off my chest.

Haha. A very appropriate track just came on my WMP - These Things I'll Never Say - Avril Lavigne. Oh well. *sways*

Phill.