Make a man out of it.

Under normal circumstances, I love snow. You can make things out of it and even bombard annoying kids from across the roads without slapping yourself with some sort of ASBO. Today, however, it falls to my dismay as it means we cannot attend the panto in Brum.'Oh yes you can!' I hear you cry, and I plead you to stop trying to be funny, it comes across as a 'Dad' joke, which, in my household, is not exactly comedic genius. I was looking forward to our family trip, but frozen roads means 'DANGER DO NOT USE!!!' according to my families 'safe driving' rules.
To my further annoyance, the theatre will not refund or exchange our tickets and, so, we will not be going to a panto this year, which we do every year. I was hoping this trip would get me in a more christmassy mood, as I haven't felt it especially yet. I suppose The Grinch and more christmas songs are my best efforts left towards that wonderful, warm, sugar-plum feeling that I miss so terribly.
I think I am to challenge my brother to a battle royale with the cold weapon from the sky. Wish my luck, I salute you.

Thrrrrrust.

And so ends Chicken Run. Blogging? At this late hour? What has my life come to? Once again, I shall asume you are all well as, judging from the fact you are reading this, you are probably alive, and that is all that matters.
I had a magically christmassy (is that a word?) day today; we traveled to Brum to a soundtrack of christmas songs, then it started snowing and I went christmas shopping. It was ever so lovely. I, being a rather odd child, decided i wanted an icecream on possibly the coldest day so far. My body had a wonderful time trying to get warm again. 'No matter', I thought, 'I will visit Urban Outfitters and spend enough money to feed a small African village.' I did just that, but not on myself. I was also rather flabbergasted (great word, no?) to find the present I had spent £4.50 more from buying online, due to extortionate postage. As is life in Britain.
I just have one last thought, a couple of things I want on a t-shirt in relation to Twilight; Either 'Team Edward
Doing it right since 1860'
OR
'Team Jacob
Doing it doggy style'
I found it quite funny, if not a tad crude, that those came from my wit.
Oh dear, I really have hit a low...

Nearly Free

Till Wednesday this week I am confined, like most of the youth of Britain, to spend my days in school, amongst the few and frivolous students of RGSW. Frivolous does seem an odd word to descride private school pupils, but there you have it. I wandered the premises today pondering on just how the weather can be so damn cold without any snow whatsoever. It just doesn't seem fair really. It did, however, give me a rather good excuse for a white hot chocolate to 'warm my hands' from the walk back to school.
My english teacher gave me an awful situatuion today; having expected him to have looked through my coursework for me over the weekend (having previously said he would have marked it for Friday) and, so, be able to confidently reword it during the double last thing, I was mortified to discover that he had nor would be doing such a thing. Apparently the board do not approve of it, even though my other english teacher does exactly that...Ultimately, I had just under an hour to hand in my final draft, signed and delivered. I'm still fretting now.
Seeing as how I have nothing more to say, till next time.