Guys… I haven’t written in ages! Do you know why? Because my room’s just been turned into a 1980s living quarter. basically, my parents trying to make me into something I’m not.
Oh well! I found Internet (cos I’m great and finding the things they hide), so I’m here to post!
This is something I wrote before I had the chance to finish it off:
So I’m back in London! And the Paralympics have started (did anyone see the massive eye they formed with the umbrellas — and do you know what it secretly means?)!
Ahh, I haven’t posted in ages! But — I’ve been reunited with my trusty computer (and fast internet broadband) again, so it’s all good! Seriously, the one I had to use in Bulgaria was slow as my teacher — wait, what?
So I would have talked about a bazillian interesting things had they not killed my computer.
Anyway, I’ve nearly finished my book (just a few thousand words to go). Problem is, I don’t have a computer, and my iPad sucks for books.
Who cares. Moving on. I want to learn to fight. Reason being, I walked down the street in Bulgaria one night and a pedophile looking guy walked past me. Do you know how scary that felt? I mean, in daylight, the man probably looks normal and enjoys baking cakes for poor orphans, but man. That was was scary.
I don’t have much time to say anything else, apart from: I’m learning at home, I’m now reading a book a day (wth, me?), and in a few minutes I’m going out into the creepy world with no weapon to defend myself with.
PS. I promise I’ll try to write more xD