Well, doesn't the title Barmy Blue's Bland Blog give you a clue as to the content?
Well, where to begin. Itís a bit tricky because I didnít do this yesterday, I was too tired. Youíll find out why in due course.
I didnít sleep well last night (Iíll try and write it as if I wrote it yesterday so as I donít confuse myself).
At about 3:30 in the morning they all came in, loud and stomping around like a herd of elephants. Theyíll settle down or Iíll get used to it hopefully, before I have some kind of mental breakdown from lack of sleep. I suppose it doesnít help that
My first day here and we werenít ready when dad came to get us and took a while to get sorted. Then mum put Eddie in a bag where syrup pudding leaked and he got all sticky so we had to try and clean him up. I had to navigate, which just meant holding the out of date atlas thatís about as old as I am, and dad got a bit lost. We eventually arrived, parked etc. We signed in and got my room key and padlock for a cupboard. Then I had to check in with medical by filling in a form. One of
'Come closer little fish, closer,' the shark calls, ready to snap me up in it's jaws. This is my last day at home as far as I know anyway. Tomorrow I'm moving into Uni. and I'm terrified. Absolutely terrified. I've never even moved house in all my life. I don't even know if I've got everything I'll need. I don't even know what I'll need. I called my cousin, even though it's been a while since she went to Uni. and she said to take the stuff you'd take if you were moving out and if it turns
YES, IT FITS!!!
I was worried that title wouldnít fit in the box and Iíd have had to put in a crummier title.
We did it.
Mum popped into the bank before they closed. Then we picked up her new glasses and then we popped into WHSmith to find White Tack because you canít pin things up in your room at Uni. and if you damage the wall (e.g. by Blu Tack (Though Iíd prefer to think of it as Blue Tack as thatís how Iíve always imagined it being spelt)). I asked someone at school once
Some ******* upset my mum and it makes me angry, especially when she told me what he said. I clenched my fist so tightly it hurt, I was so angry .
Mum came home. I was upstairs when she came in and when I came down I cuddled her. I donít normally do that until later on in the night but I felt rather happy. I like to cuddle my mum, sheís always warm and cuddly. Then I heard an irregularity in her breathing, the kind when someoneís upset, when you know theyíre about to cry. I asked