Well here goes...

I've decided to become one of those amazing people who write about the dull details of their thoroughly ordinary lives on a web blog, so here goes. Basically i'm a full time student who works at a Pizza hut: all in all nothing extraordinary to mention on that front, but if anything what-so-ever sets me appart from all the other people who lead similar lives it has to be the fact i'm ridiculously eccentric (in a good way, i'm told.) I'm an Anglican so i base a lot of my world view around my religion as you might expect, but i'm also really patriotic in a big way; and it doesn't just apply to England. While a lot of people stick on an England shirt and sing "Three lions" during the world cup i take it one step further by basically being nationalistic constantly and don't need much of an excuse to have a spontaneous patriotic celebration for one of the nations i'm lucky enough to have in my blood: England, France and the Netherlands.

A good example of this was today, Bastille day, when i decided it'd be fun to make a public spectacle of myself by wearing a tricolour t-shirt and walking around town with a flag around me. I got some weird looks and not many people actually understood what the hell i was doing but i enjoyed it in a weird way, and it made my English Literature lesson more interesting in that it distracted me from actually doing any work. In the interests of spreading some France-based joy around college i spent over £10 on French pastries only to learn most of my class didn't actually like them...ah well. I managed to palm off the pastries on various people and i had more than enough myself so can't complain. I was a bit disappointed that no one would go into town with me after lesson, considering the effort i'd gone through to move my shifts at work around, but i'm sure i'll get over it.

Today was the last day of college in addition to being the French national holiday which is even more reason to celebrate because i hate getting up early to drag myself down to college for a day of being pretty bored. Unfortunately i'm at work over the summer which is even worse in that my job basically consists of rushing around and getting shouted at, but as i'm reminded constantly: atleast i get paid for being treated like a retard. I am looking forward to going on holiday this summer though, three weeks in Scotland (not quite what i had in mind when i said i wanted to go somewhere other than Norfolk on holiday but i'm sure it'll be fine) which means three weeks away from work, college and all those other little annoying things which make my every day life more trouble than it need be. It'll be nice to see the countryside in Scotland too because, while i love the Lincolnshire countryside, the landscape around here is really tame and there's nothing really mysterious or engaging about it so i'm looking forward to going and having a bit of an adventure if i can manage it.

Recently i made a pretty big change to my life by changing the way I practice my religion: i started going to church. I went to a Church of England primary school so i went to church a few times a year with school but since then i've only really gone at Christmas and at odd times when i'm near my favourite church (the one where i was Christened.) Other than my occaisional trips to church I've been practising my faith at home for a few years now, got myself a crucifix and Bible in my room so i just prayed here and didn't bother dragging myself out of bed early on the Sunday mornings when i could of stayed in bed. It was actually something i read at college that made me decide to go to church on a weekly basis, while i was going my Sociology coursework i read that church attendence has plummeted and it seemed like Christianity in the UK was going to die out, and I don't want to be contributing to that just because i like sleeping a lot. So the week before last i crawled out of bed at 8.45 and struggled down to church to be met by a barrage of "we don't get many young people like you here!" but all-round it was alright and i felt better about myself for having done it.

Sticking with the religion theme i had a weird moment the other day when i realised that i'd been completely been ignoring the fact 2 of my relatives are in hospital. One of my cousins (he's not really my cousin, he's my uncle's girlfriend's son: but i practically count his Mum as an aunty so i naturally refer to him as a cousin) has been in hospital for about a month now since his lung collapsed one day and since then i'd been hearing people talking about his condition but I had just been letting it go over my head as if i'd heard it on tv and not really taking much notice. I guess i just thought it'd be alright, he'd get better and we'd all be back to normal, but then the other night it struck me that the real world isn't always like that. My cousin is recovering from an operation at the minute and we're all hoping he's going to be alright, but still i felt really bad for seemingly not caring despite that fact there's nothing i can do anyway. So that was the moment i realised i was too caught up in my own petty problems and i'm going to try and be more caring from now on.

That's about all I can be bothered to type now, i'm really tired because my dog (Suzy, 14 year old collie-cross) woke me up at 7.30am for no reason, but if anyone reads this i hope you found it remotely interesting and i'll try and write more soon :)