School, whore, sale.

Hello all.
I always seem to have trouble starting blog posts, introductions are always unpredictable in everything. Either they go smashingly well, or they suck mahoosively (good use of the English language there).

Today's blog comes in two parts, general life stuffs, which you may or not care about at all, and just general 'non-life' stuffs which I just wanted to express a little.

I started sixth form last week, this being my second year, but having failed so badly last year, I'm resitting my first year. Joy. As it's relevant, I've taken Physics, History and Art (Last year was the same but Maths in the place of Art). I spent the first week borrowing my friends bag because I was disorganised and didn't buy a bag until the very last minute, which I ordered it online. Yay Jeff! -hint sarcasm-
History, isn't as interesting when you're just relearning it. I just end up trying to answer the questions to have my History teacher ignoring me, and telling the guy sat next to me all the answers... It's dull. Though, to try and make sure I'm on top of everything and get as high as possible grade this year, I spent the weekend before my history lessons studying and making notes from, the notes I made last year..
Physics, I'm thankful I'm not the only one resitting it from last year. I know NONE of the new people, and spending the year secluded wouldn't have been very fun. On that note, Physics is fun. It's interesting and we always end up doing something stupid. Last lesson we raced to make circuits for a chocolate bar, I of course, didn't get one...
Art. I am so indecisive. The topic for Art is nature, and so we're drawing/painting/sculpting animals, and I have no clue as to which animal to sculpt. I want something interesting, but not something to hard, bearing in mind, we're using clay, which isn't exactly my forte. I'm doing a  Leopard out of watercolour though, so that should turn out all right...

Often I am regarded as a bit of a 'slag' by my closest of friends, whom (when with someone) have long lasting relationships (say minimum of about a year?) whilst the longest I've had has been 10 months, and the rest only last about 3 and a half months. What's worse is in the past there has been a lot of them.

It's my sailing club's 125th birthday on the 24th September (a week on Sunday) and my Mother's organising it. When I was down there on Sunday, a man who had sailed there when he was just a boy (he knew my stepdad as a result) came to hand back a trophy that he'd had stored in his loft for the good part of 25 years and within 5 minutes my Mum had invited him and was acquiring ticket money from him. You guys probably couldn't care less, but it just made me smile that she'd managed to sell it to him that quick.

[editedly added on] Being silly, I made a list and completely skipped a huge section of life stuff that I wanted to tell you about. On Tuesday I went to Birmingham as the girlfriend had an interview there for something (I'm still not entirely sure what it's about... whoops) and so we had a sort of short afternoon date type thing. Whilst waiting on the platform for the train I was greeted by this adorable little lady, we exchanged pleasantries and then I got out my rubiks cube to which she rambled on about it and how long it was until the last time she'd seen one and if I could do it or not, to which I did (I being a total show off). Speaking of old ladies, the first thing which we did was she HAD to buy these doughnuts from some place that I'd never heard of before, so we bought them and when leaving Bullring (the big shopping centre) I may have attacked some old lady (accidentally!) with these doughnuts. It was followed by a lot of apologies (apparently sorries isn't a word.. and me being given the dirtiest look. Whoops. I also almost stole her doughnuts when leaving to go home, pity she noticed...

End of part one of today's blog, on to the less lifey stuff now .