Almost everyday i search through my memories of school/6th form (or college if you prefer) and i wish that i was back there! It's kind of annoying actually not being able to live in the present and instead living in the past. Sometimes i find myself trying to relive those times through my younger cousins - seriously! Gosh i must be so annoying to them, i never stop telling them that school is the best time of a persons life and how they should make the most of it and be who they want to be and just really live it (obviously ignoring the fact - or fatal flaw? that i've just started my twenties and don't really have much 'experience' of life!)

In a way it's probably because the future is a scary, unknown (and unplanned) void where we have to grow up - act muture and so on, while school sighh was the time where everyone thought that they were cool (good times, good times) and it was so chilled out. we didn't have to worry about where our next paycheck (direct debit) was coming from - we got that from our EMA just for going to school (and there was always ways to get it even if you had bunked most of the week-heh)

Bunking. It's a whole other topic! Speaking from the more mature, responsible side: I condemn it and a person doesn't realise how much they miss by bunking a lesson (I do believe this now by the way) but...
Speaking from a more balanced, realistic side: Bunking sometimes makes the best days - it's true!

In fact one time i bunked i ended up in Edgeware Road (it's in London for those of you who thought: what?!) a whole street of Arab food, sheesha etc etc etc, my friend and i guessed the way there and guessed the way back (we weren't too familiar with how to travel on the tube (the underground) at the time, wayyy too many coloured lines you see..

In fact once on a separate occasion another friend and i ended up in Edgeware (aprox 1hour 15mins) instead of Edgeware Road (aprox 40mins)

Anyway both extraordinarily turned out to be fantastic days (among many many many more) - i would go into detail but part of me wants to keep it hidden like a child does when they're guilty of having too many sweets (or something similar!)

I just wish that we could kind of see ourselves there - time travel back or something - like a movie "He's behind youuu", "Don't do thattt", "What was i thinking?!", "Say somethinggg". I mean sure I know that on a deeper level, watching our past is not the purpose of life but it would be interesting no? Althoughh for the sake of a balanced argument, we would be technically wasting our present in our past which means that when we delve in our memories we are wasting time - if you get what i mean.

Oki dokey i think i've happily rambled long enough (i'm starting to get pins and needles in my left foot)

Thus/therefore/hence i'm going to stop here and continue to reminisce without the typing..

Merci to those who was able to come this far with the reading - massive accomplishment grinnnnnn

Au revoir folksss