Not Living

Well the holidays are over and I went back to school today. Nothing interesting happened as per usual except that we now have a French exchange student in our class. But what about the holidays, what did you do? Where did you go? Did you have lots of fun?
And the answers to those questions which you would undoubtedly be asking are nothing, nowhere and no.

The holidays go for two weeks. I have completely forgotten what I did on the first seven days (although I'm pretty sure there was sleeping, X boxing and the words 'I'm bored' being repeated over and over) but the second week I hardly lived. I read. I read WAY too much. I finished the entire Maze Runner series which are amazing books that I have recently discovered (also found out they're making a movie to be released next year so now I can spoil it for all my friends [insert evil laugh]) I still haven't fished the fourth one (or prequel) yet because it isn't as exciting and there's not enough mystery.

Last Saturday I finished the third one in the series just in time to go to the Wellington Show. That was fun, there was a spinny around octopus like thingy, a spin around and upside down thingy, a turn really fast stick to the walls thingy and a haunted house, which sucked, mainly because it does't have thingy at the end of it's name.

On Sunday a dead sheep puked on me.

But now, as soon as I was going to finish the fourth Maze Runner (which I would have) I am suddenly hit with an English assessment task on the first day of school. We have to have a visual and written response to a war poem. Most of my other class mates are doing dioramas but fancy pants mr show off here (i.e. me) had to come up with the idea of having a stop motion animation movie with Lego that I have to finish in two weeks. Do you know how bloody hard it is to make one of those! You have to take a picture, move the Lego guy a tinny bit, then take another picture and repeat for, like, 20 hours to get a three minute video. And I had chose a long poem didn't I. So far I have made an army truck, a plane and a few characters and that's taken me around six hours for some preposterous reason. Not one photo taken yet.

It is going to be a long, long, long time before I figuratively start living again.