But yeah, they’re being collected, so no more using them in lessons like english… wait that was the only lesson we used them in anyway…

I wonder if there’s a way of linking the two together…

I know you can link Tumblr to facebook…

But anyways, here’s my Tumblr to keep up with my posts- Littleoldme

Here’s one of them:)

I’ll post more when I get bored, don’t nick ‘em please:)

What fun.

Most websites are blocked at school, my iPod’s out of battery and my phone has no credit so… yeah… I’m just sat here, writing some random stuff on here…

I wish there was something interesting to write about, what if I’d had an adventure? That would make an interesting blog post now, wouldn’t it? What if I’d gone into the woods and fallen down a rabbit hole into a huge tunnel where I fell down and down…

… And out the other side in some beautiful land where rabbits wore waistcoats and flowers could talk- but this is Alice In Wonderland. She’s been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. I can’t steal her story.

So maybe I’ll try to make my day sound more interesting than it was…

Well I got to school in the morning, as usual, after being shouted out of bed by my sister and hurridley eating a bowl of cereal. Wow. Interesting.

I guess the only thing anywhere near interesting that happened today was when I cut my lip. Don’tcha just love school?

Well anyways, I’ve passed a little, tiny bit of time writing this random thing on here… I guess I’d better find some other way of passing the time so TTFN (ta ta for now)

I must spend at least double that just waiting. Waiting for things that may or may not happen. Maybe it’s waiting for my sister to come back from her music lessons, waiting for my computer to load, waiting for friends to come over, waiting for service in cafes…

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Yes it’s boring, but if we didn’t wait around for hours, months, days, years, we’d never get any proper thinking done. When I wait for things, my head just fills with things to think about. Whether it’s what’s for breakfast, when that piece of homework is due in, or how on earth you are going to get all that revision done in time for next friday’s test…

If I didn’t do all this waiting I would never have the inspiration for my drawings, stories or ideas for life, I would just… sit there doing nothing at all

I’d just like to add that the inspiration for this post came to me while I sat waiting in the school library…

So, instead of counting sheep, I try to think about what’s happened in my day, what will happen tomorrow… and the day after that… and the day after that… and the-

Well you get what I mean…

Anyways, that’s one of the things I do, another is imagining the plot for the story I’ve been writing. It’s about a world split into good and evil. It’s shaped like Yin and Yang so, at night, I try to think up adventures, carachters and settings to add into it.

It seems to work… means I have some pretty weird dreams though…

My friend owns two small white ponies.

You can understand that when we go out riding in our matching hats and jodphurs we look pretty cool (plus the horses all walk along in height order) and we’re hoping that we’ll actually be recognised as “the cloud” or “those girls on the white ponies” when we go out riding around town.

So anyways, that was a little update on my horsey life… I may as well put a picture of the “cloud” up on here…

I’m really not used to this, I sit here all day surrounded by notes and mind maps, scratching my head and chewing my pencil. And it really doesn’t help the that cat insists on sitting on my work, leaving muddy paw prints everywhere…

What fun.

Anyway.. here’s the joke, promise you’ll laugh, at least a little bit…

A pair of chickens walk up to the circulation desk at a public library and say, ‘Buk Buk BUK.’ The librarian decides that the chickens desire three books, and gives it to them…and the chickens leave shortly thereafter.

Around midday, the two chickens return to the circulation desk quite vexed and say,’ Buk Buk BuKKOOK!’ The librarian decides that the chickens desire another three books and gives it to them. The chickens leave as before.

The two chickens return to the library in the early afternoon, approach the librarian, looking very annoyed and say, ‘Buk Buk Buk Buk Bukkooook!’ The librarian is now a little suspicious of these chickens. She gives them what they request, and decides to follow them.

She followed them out of the library, out of the town, and to a park. At this point, she hid behind a tree, not wanting to be seen. She saw the two chickens throwing the books at a frog in a pond, to which the frog was saying, “Rrredit Rrredit Rrredit…”