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Hey. I'm 17, single, broke - and a media student. My life is awesome.
If you are reading this, you are: (A) Very bored. (B) Awaiting the tales of my life, and my general antagonism.

This blog will follow me for a few years, even though no one will read it. Let's face it - making a blog is far less girly than writing a diary - and my "manly" credentials are pretty much non-existent as my life revolves around the production of film.

Lets get this party started...

Today, as always, I attended my sixth form in my quest for knowledge - and naturally did all the 'right' things. I worked very hard on my documentary which I will talk about another day, continued development on my A2 film project (Which will be a noir - because the 1940's are cool), and made a series of hilarious euphemisms in which the simple act of texting someone took on the full effect of practically asking them out for the evening, getting them drunk, totaling your car - then waking up next to them twelve hours later in a travel inn just off the M2.

Also, I was tricked into reading a "example essay" that a student had written for his school a few years ago. I saw them all being handed out. There were ones on making folk music, teaching, becoming an author - and what did I get? A grueling fourteen page depression-fest about hepatitis b - which on closer inspection turned out to be a scary, twisted autobiography in which the student who wrote it explains how he caught the illness whilst taking drugs. This, of course, is the kind of luck I always 'benefit' from.

Lastly, I found out today that on Thursdays I have to take one lesson at a local college. My previous lesson ends at 11.30, and I am due on the only bus at the exact same time. That gives me no time at all to get out of lesson, find either a toilet or empty corridor to get out of my suit into something more casual (and, of course, the second I remove my trousers - the whole sixth form girl's hockey squad will walk down the previously empty corridor, turning me an interesting shade of crimson red as they mock me with their superior physical prowess) before having to jump into the bus, and instantly be transformed into some kind of human package being shipped off to the college in something that resembles a semi-reliable version of parcel force. Will it all go horribly wrong? Of course it will!

I'll let you know what happens on Thursday's update.

Updates will be daily for now.
Peace.

PS: A van just went up my road with the back doors open. I hope he knows. Maybe I should have warned him.