Friday morning fml.

Some of you who know me well might know I actually have four frees today and, as such, I don't actually need to be in school until 2.15. Those same few people might look at the time this blog was written and wonder "what the hell was he doing up THEN?".
Believe me, it's been a question I've been asking myself for the past hour.
I woke up this morning to the sight of ipod headphones. Yet no ipod. I vaguely remember unplugging the headphones and looking at the ipod but after then I have no idea. After searching high and low for about 20mins and clearing out the bed underneath I have yet to find it, which is why I propose that all expensive small equipment is fitted with some sort of ring tone. Maybe I should go to the dragon's with this brilliant idea. "...and er yes dragons my idea today is to put a ring tone on all small products such as ipods, glasses, keys and your sense of humor. Which you seem to have lost a while ago." I suppose we could have all sorts of little ringtones. Some of which may, once you have located the lost item, may want to make you throw it against a convenient wall... I'm still working on something for the deaf.
For those of you that might have watched his live shows Micheal Mcintyre is a very funny man, with his wobbly hair and a twitch like a crack dealer. However he once suggested something that made my trip down Brooklands road on an unusally dry, cheshire morning, something of a quicker ordeal. It all started with the fact I currently have a pain in my ankle which I have a feeling is caused by my school shoes. Well it actually started about 17 years ago. Well actually before that, but for the sake of my breakfast please...
Anyway I took them to school in a sainsbury's carrier bag. My little brother had also forgot his boots for that morning. So I also took them to school in another sainsbury's carrier bag. I found that Micheal's words of wisdom on the swinging the arms front worked quite well with two carrier bags, so picture if you will. Me, in a suit and battered Airwalks, Ipod headphones in, madly swinging these bags about in order to gain more forward momentum, getting odd looks from the drivers, even, at one point when I thought nobody was looking, adding the skipping element to my cocktail of speed enhancing genius which I found to be quite an error. The first problem was that it created too much forward momentum, put me off balance, at which point I fell over. The second problem was I was wrong when I thought nobody was watching as an elderly woman was just coming out of her house and was currently giggling to herself.
She might be crazy and thought I was a leprechaun. We can hope.
Now that I am up and about, I have just had a lecture from my dad about how home frees are "study periods and should be used as such". Which to me translated as home frees are "study periods until I bugger off out and then you can do whatever the fuck you want". So I have made the excuse that this blog is helping me improve my journalistic skills (long word there) and am sat here until he goes out at which point I might go back to bed... and look for my ipod.
(THAT WAS NOT A SEXUAL INNUENDO).
Anyway I have run out of things to write about, or energy, or maybe I want to go look for my ipod...
Wish me Luck and as usual I'll leave you with a few words.

They say two days ago tomorrow was a good day.
I remember it like it was yesterday.

Adam x