that's there.. even when you say bye.
Still not sleeping too well. This is probably made obvious by the fact it's ya know.. quarter past two. I'm not phased, I know I'm going to drag myself out of bed for the world of education tomorrow morning. Learning is most favouritist! That's not 100% true, but it's alright. Especially with the teachers I have. They just make things so interesting. This is probably the happiest I've been in.. well at least a week. I was going to say two then, but I remembered how I felt quite happy for a few hours on Saturday night. Honestly, I have some of the best friends. Definitely feel a bit dorky writing this, especially as it's for no one but me really. But it's a bit of release, and if I'm lucky, by the time I'm finished rambling on I'll be about ready to sleep..hopefully.
Went to London yesterday, it hurts me to say it, but I've actually come to quite like certain things about that place. I don't like the tube, in fact I really do dislike it a lot. But I'm willing to endure the pain of being down there, if in turn I get to see pretty things. Oh the reason we got taken there was for a 6th form trip, basically they have no money. But some how get given a shed load of money for ridiculous activities that are supposedly 'beneficial' to our education. This may have been true if they forced us to see things which were related to our chosen A-levels. However, they are foolish and did not. I chose to go to the Science Museum and the Tate Modern.
The day didn't go as planned, as ever with our sham of a school. But it was okay, we got to see somethings. So how many things didn't go to plan? Far too many. As always with our London trips, traffic was horrendous, meaning that we were running about an hour and a half late. We can deal with that it's fine.. but obviously it took far too long to get to the Science Museum, which was supposed to be our 'Morning activity', by this time it was about ten to one... maybe? I'm not 100% sure on the times. But we basically got to spend about 50 minutes in there. And everyone knows to do any museum in London properly you really need to spend all day in there, and for it to be worth the visit at least a few hours. We basically.. wasted time going there. But it's okay, I now know that it's a place worth going properly, and probably will treat myself to a trip there one day. Okay so in between our trip to the Science Museum was a trip to Covent Garden for some lunch, which was a bit.. well pointless. It was a bit more time wasting. Not much to say about that, but eventually we set off from there to go to the Tate.
Now, my favourite thing about the entire day was walking across a bridge which I think was the Millennium Bridge. Never thought I'd say this about any part of London, but it was quite beautiful. I discovered I'd quite like to go back there too. As I walked across it I felt inspired. Which is so 'gay', but honestly I did. Unfortunately at the end of the bridge I came to a most pretentious place, now I'm not completely closed minded, but serious some of the shit they can call art. I appreciated a few things in there, but the bullshit they can come up with and call art makes me a bit frustrated. Only because anyone could do it. One piece was called "Mirror on Canvas", I'm pretty sure you can guess what it was. As I walked past I couldn't help but laugh to myself at the ridiculousness of it all. One particular piece of 'art' I was quite 'moved' by or what ever these folks say was a piece called "Incommunicado" by Mona Hatoum. It was still a bit pretentious in all honesty. But I liked that it made me feel something. Basically, it's a metal cot, nothing wrong with that right? Well this resembled a prison cell which is odd enough, but then the bottom of it instead of there being poles where you'd lay the mattress, there was cheese wire. If that's not cold enough, it's in a room which is practically empty, which gave me a terrible sense of loneliness. I wasn't really sure what all this was about, so obviously I went and read the little board that tells me how I'm supposed to interpret it, was quite interesting really. Apparently all these thing suggest child abuse.
Stolen straight off the Tate Modern website, hope they don't mind. Yeah, so basically my point was, it's full of pretentious crap. Evidently I don't appreciate these things because I'm not an 'arty' person. Sometimes I'm a bit gutted about that, have no creativity and all that. But I dunno, maybe it's a good thing.
Anyway, after traipsing around London yesterday after I'd got up at half past 6 I got home shattered. It's the only way to describe it. So come 12 I was asleep, and my was it a good sleep. Deepest sleep I've had for a long time, so deep I woke up in a state of confusion. I spent my entire morning believing it was Wednesday. It wasn't until I'd been at school for half an hour and was about to go to my lesson, that I realised it wasn't actually Wednesday and was actually Thursday. Now this wouldn't be so bad, but on a Thursday I have one lesson all day, my teacher had already told us on Tuesday he wasn't going to be there as he was on a course. So basically, I went to 6th form for no reason today, I even stayed there until 3. Ridiculousness. It was okay though, today has been a good day, the best day I've had for a bit. I've had a few moments of being a bit "blerghh", but they quickly past and I got a grip. So all in all, good.
Now it's nearly 3 (obviously spent far too long writing this.) and I should really be getting to sleep else I'll be very tired and grumpy tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be as good as today, or even better. I hope it's better. Some good news would be great! Let's hope ay!