"Best teacher to have ever taught me so far" goes to...Mr. Copson.

After reading the previous award, this comes as highly unlikely, but I have to give it to him, he does inspire me, in a good way. Not in the way other teachers do- to not do my work.

English essays

English essays must be written AFTER the relevant book/novel/play has been read. Not the other way around.

Here we are again

So. Wow, it feels like I don't know how to do this anymore. And no, that's not some deep meaningful metaphor about my life, it literally means I haven't blogged in so long that I forget what to click on.

Christmas is gone, and so is New Year's Eve. They were fun. Obviously not worth a post however.
Actually I lie, I didn't know what to say. Sometimes, silence is worth a thousand words. There's your metaphor.

I have a new job! I'm not sure if I've mentioned that before. I do laundry part time in a nursing home. It's just as jolly as it sounds, the punchline being the 7am start. Can't complain as it's surprisingly less stress and a lot more pay than waitressing, not to mention I get my personal radio. Score.

Since a blog is about pouring your soul out on paper-which-isn't-paper-because-you're-too-lazy-to-hand-write-and-who-does-that-in-2010-anyways, I should probably mention something about my boyfriend.

MT is more than I could wish for, really. Caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz. AND he has more games consoles than I could fit into my room.(my room is quite small, but that's still quite a few consoles!).
To be honest, he's in many ways everything i'm not. Yes, caring, thoughtful, loving, all that jazz.
Good thing he doesn't notice!

There's only so much mushiness I can fit into one post. So that was that.
There's a romanian guy on the horizon, moved here not long ago. I had been waiting and wishing for a romanian person to come here since I stepped on that paved, disgusting, airport floor at Gatwick. And now he's here and I'm disappointed. I want him to not make the mistakes I did. Don't get emo, don't hang on to Romania, miss it in tiny often bits, not in huge, impossible chunks very rarely. I wish he'd realise. At least he'll have someone to fall back on when that happens. Oh well. Let's not dwell, shall we?