Today was a day of banality and uninteresting things.
Which, to be fair, is what happens on quite a lot of Wednesdays, and even, to some extent, my whole life.
(Does that work? Can you have something to some extent in your whole life? Hmmm. The History exam board seem to think so, judging from the questions they ask us.)
Stuff happened. Like lessons periods 1 and 3, a free period 2 (I thought I would run by themes rather than go chronologically.. I have History on the brain tonight), then home for lunch and then a driving lesson. And this evening we went to the Wok n Grill, because it's my dad's birthday tomorrow.
So there were high points, sure. But the point I am making here is that life is nowhere near as interesting as books and stuff make it sound.
If my life were a musical, I would be able to sing, for a start - and I'd probably have met the man of my dreams by now. Same goes for a romantic novel, although you don't have to sing to be in one of those 
. Even in a comedy, I probably would have a boyfriend. Or *something*
And I wouldn't feel out of place amongst my own friends, and I wouldn't feel silly no matter what I was wearing, and I might actually do some revision and thus end up with a worthwhile career.
Merh.
