Once again I find myself behind the keyboard, looking half-arsedly for something to keep myself ammused with. I fail and decide to update this neglected journal of mine which no-one seems to read anyway. Not that I have anything in particular to say in it, nor even anything vague or general. I think I'll just type whatever comes into my head.
School? Did I hear someone ask about school? I didn't think so. School's alright I guess. Exams finished without much of a bang, people did generally alright, and the normal sequence of events resumes: a carefully organised routine of teachers and students taking turns at being disorganised. I wont go into detail since, as pointed out, neither does anyone care, nor do they read this. Not unless they find themselves in the same situation as I, and decide to read every second or third line of the journal entry, in which case, going into detail will be a waste of time.
One thing I can say I'm excited about is an amateur film competition, or something of the sort, in which our year level's two media classes are to participate. I do not know too much about it, as my own teacher was away today and all of my information is gathered from hearsay from the other media class. I hear that anyone may enter the competition, in which case I hope to make my own independent movie, either myself or with a friend, and try to beat the pants off the ones submited by the school. Whether I succeed or not is anyone's guess. I also hear that the winning film is to be screened at the local cinema: I doubt it'll get anyone anywhere in the business, but to see one's own film on the big screen is, I think, a nice thing, and it works as a good incentive in my oppinion.
What other news for my few-to-none readers? Most of what I have to say my few-to-none readers will probably already know, including what is mentioned above, since they are probably good friends of mine. Saying this, I come to the conclusion that I just wasted a drop in the ocean of cyberspace. What is so noteworthy about this fact that I should mention it? nothing I should think. It is simply a further wate of nothing to mention it, as is this statement. And this sentence is also a waste. This one is too. And so is this one. One could even say that this one is. To re-word what I have already said in a very unefficient matter: "Arr! This sentence be a waste of cyberspace, it be! Yarr! I'd much rather be about pillagin' an' plunderin' an' gettin' booty of both sorts! Arrrr...!"
But I am not a pirate, and can only dream of being one. This being said, I move on.
What did I have for breakfast? Nutella on toast.

And methinks that is all I have, or rather do not have, to say for this "exciting" installment of whatever the hell this is. For now I wish you all a good night, for it may be your last... or it may not be. You never can know for sure.

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