These are the days of our lives

I am so immensely fucking bored. Fuck the weather, fuck this summer, fuck TV, fuck my house, fuck a levels and most importantly, fuck boredom. I am so bored, I have worked out exactly how much more of summer is left. We have 22 days left, and 24 days have passed since we broke up. I've also looked up the weather. Its predicted to rain for the next 5 days, as well as raining on the thursday when I'm going to reading. There are no big parties planned, its too wet for fields, I'm too poor to go anywhere. To put it simply, there is sweet fuck all to do. I've been looking through the word documents in which I have my previous blog archies stored, and I have discovered such amazing things as that in 2 days time it is the anniversary of kate getting really fucking pissed on vodka when we played arrogance on the common. At least we were doing something last year. I've done two things since I came back from italy, on sunday I went to sauls and we sat around and chatted for a few hours, then last night I had a few people round to watch films and play games, which was cool, but now I'm bored shitless, we have our A-Level results tomorrow and there is nothing planned, but me and paul are so determined to do something that if it comes to it we'll be sitting in a field with an umbrella getting drunk. In fact, I may get drunk now as well. The joys of summer.