Hey. So... Today is Sunday and tomorrow is Monday again. Again. I hate Mondays. It shall be the start of another tedious week of drama rehearsals and choir practice. I suppose I shouldn't be complaining since we had a training break earlier than most other CCAs. That doesn't change the fact that I'm tired, though. About as dead as one can get without being mortally injured. I slept 17 hours the other day. Settled down for a nap and before I knew it, it was eight the next morning.

Anyway. On to more interesting stuff. I got a pocket edition of Cluedo and two gundam models (which are both on my 'new' desk). Grandma and my aunt were both very generous with my birthday money, wonder what they'll say when they find out it's going straight in the bank - and that I won't be around to celebrate my birthday thanks to the rather disastrous combination of choir practice and Drama Nite on Thursday. I liked the ZAKU model. You know, the 'Rey za Burrel custom'.

Started on something new for the CAP thing. It's probably going to be called 'Four Seasons', inspired by Yurii Savinov's Tsyetirye Vyetra. It's basically four girls who call themselves Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, who have all contrasting personalities. Two of them have names which mean the same thing - 'Sora' and 'Skye'. Yeah, so a bit like Tsyetirye Vyetra minus the Blitzkrieg Boys and Beyblade. But there is an 'annoying' Russian, name being Ilya Borisovich because I can't think of anything else. He calls Skye 'Snegoruschka' and Skye calls him a Bolshevik - the ultimate insult because it's the exact opposite of what he is.

Right... I should try to write some more of that tomorrow at school. Heck, I hate CAP. The thought of it... But I don't want to be stuck doing RS for four years, so... I think YJ will get into OM. And she writes better than me anyway. It's a proven fact. A year ago it would have been an insult, to find that anyone in my class wrote better than me, but in this case it's a challenge, no more. Something I either have to get past or learn to ignore. Time I swallowed my pride anyway. You're in RGS here, girl. I'll just work on it... I wonder why I just can't get it. I just can't get the hang of writing like that. My writing's dull, and kinda dry, and some people like it but most people don't. I haven't yet learnt to write in a way which people besides myself can appreciate. Maybe I've been reading too much Margaret Weis or something. It's rubbing off on me, I can tell. The teacher really liked my writing the year I read nothing but Eoin Colfer. Oh well. Read Yurii Savinov more, then.

Okay, enough of that. *sigh* Why can't they give us a holiday already? I mean, our brain cells are fried.

Right, right. Off to Greenland we go (no, I'm not serious, I just felt like saying it).

Gute nacht.

Aerin