Summer Boredom.

So it's summer, and summer means one thing and one thing only, for me at least: 

Boredom. 

I don't belong to the sort of family that goes on some annual unforgettable trip for several weeks to an exotic destination of which changes each year. Nope. We do the casual at home thing, and it is very very boring.

So boring, even, that I went shopping today. I bought some necessities and a couple of books and come 9pm and one of those books has been read from cover to cover.

Yeah, that kind of boredom. 

I'm not going to lie, it was a pretty good book. Very intellectually challenging and incredibly thought-provoking...

Uhh... not really, but it was worth the read! 

I also bought one of her books under the name 'Madeleine Wickham', and I started reading it but its in a different style to the others, so I didn't get very far... yet.

Every summer I tell myself that in the six weeks I have away from school, I'm going to do something productive. ne summer I was going to learn Spanish. Speak to me in Spanish and all I'll manage is 'Hola' and 'Manzana', from that Rosetta Stone advert. (That means apple, by the way). One year I was going to start and finish a colourful crochet afghan. It's now sat in a box under my bed, half finished. There's another one under there too that's still got the ball of yarn and crochet hook attached to it.

The list goes on. Funny thing is, this summer I'm actually supposed to be doing productive things, such as wider reading (about computers not fictional relationships - funnily enough), re-drafting my personal statement and researching for my EPQ, I just haven't got round to it yet.

So that's good.