Oh. Those Suh-hummer Ni-hights...

I've come to a very important conclusion about summer.

It is far. Too. Hot.

Why can't we have a proper ENGLISH summer, with clouds and rain? Isn't it enough that I'll be sweating like a pig in Gozo in about a week's time? I haven't had a proper night's sleep at all recently. However, I have stopped having creepy Ring nightmares, which I think is a big improvement. Pretty soon I might even be able to sleep without the light on again.

The summer holidays are the world's biggest lie. You come out of school thinking you'll have a really productive time. You'll get in shape a bit. You'll go jogging and swimming. You'll get a tan. You'll meet up with your friends all the time. You'll write a story and a play and get all your coursework done in the first day.

In reality, you'll sit around doing nothing for seven and a half weeks, getting steadily fatter and lazier and bleary eyed from staring at your computer for hours on end, then remember you've got three essays to do and only two days left to do them. And even then you'll wait until the last day of the holiday, then find you have to get up at six o'clock in the morning to finish them.

As for stories and plays, you'll start writing them, then realise you have absolutely no plot and no will to write them. And no original characters. Yes. We'll all steal Edward in the end.

Or is that just me?

Eevee

Oh look what the cat dragged in, The Oncoming Storm...