Hamsters and pi...

I've been attempting to teach Jarvis how to use a wheel thingy. He still doesn't understand the concept. I thought his new wheel might be easier to use than his old one, but nopes... it obviously wasn't a problem with the wheel. He's probably the only hamster in the world who doesn't know how to use one. Maybe he's just the thickest hamster in the world. I don't care if he is, he'll always be awesome and cute.

Since pi day I've been trying to memorize pi to lots of digits. So far I can only remember up to about 10 digits, but I'll get better at it. Yes, I have no life.

I spent ages trying to remember what that film with the Jewish boy with the pet mouse in the ghetto was called. After about 2 hours of frantic googling, I finally found out that it was called The Island On Bird Street. It's a really good film. Shame I can't find it online anywhere.

I've been pondering the future a lot recently and I realised yesterday that from Septemberish I'm going to be very lonely. All my friends will be going to uni and I wont be. Really shouldn't have quit college in 2007. Meep.

Gosh, I write boring blogs!

Updateyness!

I haven't written anything in quite a while... In fact, I don't even think I've written anything yet in 2009! I'm going to start writing more... if I remember.

I quit school just over a month ago. I know I have a habit of quitting things and I was trying to kick the habit, but I didn't succeed. It just got so boring! I wish I hadn't quit though. Not doing anything is all good for a couple of weeks but after that it just gets boring. Not being in school is pretty much fucking up my life. I hardly ever see any of my friends and I'm once again back to being completely nocturnal. Meep. My life is back where it was a year ago. I'll find something to occupy my time with eventually... But I want to go back... I really want to go back! I miss the vending machine with all the Red Devil in it.

It's my 18th birthday in 19 days. I'm surprisingly unexcited. I don't want to grow up! There's also that really awkward thing about recieving presents. It's not that I hate getting new stuff, I just don't like the thought that people could have spent the money they spent on me on something they needed and I know I haven't done anything to warrant recieving presents anyway. I guess it's a weird guilt thing.

I really want to go to a different country... even if it's only for a couple of days (and no, I don't mean england!). The last time I left the UK was when I was 14. I went to Ypres and The Somme with school. It was pretty awesome... I think... All I really remember is that there were loads of awesome signs (see picture ^ up there somewhere), I got really cheap candyfloss from a little chocolate shop, the teachers fucked up the vegetarian meals one day so they just bought us a load of chocolate and we went in loads of graveyards. I really need to go somewhere! I'm so tempted to just bugger off to Paris one weekend... I'd hate to go alone though, so I probably wont.

I'll write again later when I have something more interesting to write.