Oh empty word document. How you intimidate me. So I have decided to fill you up with a journal post instead of something useful like my personal statement for university. Heck, it’s only my future, it’s fine. (EDIT: I have actually finished it now, THANK GOD)
So let’s start with some stuff. PRESS START.
Level 1: My Age.
18 is disappointingly similar to being 17, only slightly less illegal. I thought it would involve more power of something. But basically the most powerful thing I have done is not getting my mum to sign my Oyster card form, bah.
But my birthday was fun, I got some awesome stuff including Lego Harry Potter which I am extremely addicted to and Sherlock on DVD which I am also extremely addicted to.
Level 2: College.
Well I am back and it is boring. I have a better timetable but other than that, MOVING ON.
Level 3: Merlin
Ohhh Merlin. I didn’t realise how much I had missed you til you came back. NEVER LEAVE ME, you silly show. These first two episodes were pretty good, ridiculous looking skeletons aside. I think we should make a drinking game based on Arthur’s shirtlessness. And I love how Merlin and Arthur are totally married, to the extent that Merlin knows that Arthur gets the grumps when he’s peckish. EYESEX I HAVE MISSED YOU.
Whereas I love the amount of screentime Morgana is getting...I kinda miss the old Morgana. The tomboy Morgana who could totally kick Arthur’s arse and then tease him about it mercilessly. This new Morgana is an evil smirk on legs. OH MORGANA, YOU SO EVIL with yer red cloak of conspicuousness. She looks freakin’ awesome with a sword though.
Level 5: Mockingjay
I...can’t even. Oh my god. Never have I started a series thinking it was entertaining and addictive and ended it in a sobbing, shaking wreck of a person. I actually don’t know what I want to say about it. It was....horrifying and a little bit beautiful. I loved it. PLEASE DO NOT WRECK THE MOVIE. PLEASE.
Level 6: Scott Pilgrim.
Is amazing. Go buy the books. And see the movie.
Level 4: Driving Theory Test
Passed.
GAME OVER.