Thinking About EVERYTHING Too Much

I seem to be starting a trend, one that will eventually be hard to break away from. Finding something worthwhile enough to share with whoever stumbles upon my inner dwellings is more difficult that I first thought. There's been plenty of things I could have written about; spending more time with my family, going back to school, the list goes on. Is that really interesting enough though? At the end of a lot of unnecessary fretting, I've decided it doesn't matter. I want to write about what interests me, because writing is what I do to de-stress whilst listening to random music on shuffle. (for any interested it's currently a remix of titanium, at least I think it is :D it's good anyway).

My youngest brother had a giggling fit this evening, lying on Mum's bed asking to be tickled. The time seems to slip through my fingers, to the point which I have to count backwards to figure out how old my brother is (to be fair I do have three ages to remember and that's only my siblings). Lying there on the bed, he looked little again. As he's the youngest I don't notice how much he's grown up until it hits me on the head. It's not that I don't try to spend time with him, loom bands being something which I often play with him even if only for a few minutes. More so in the summer holidays which passed far too quickly for my liking. I know that I should spend more time with him as this is how he'll always remember me, as the big sister who sits in her bedroom plugged into her laptop for hours on end or head stuck in a book. Is it selfish of me to need the time to relax and unwind? I don't do nothing all day, I do try to achieve something everyday. What would Stephen Fry say? (Don't you just love the adverts on Spotify? And back to Ellie Goulding, oh yeah.)

The view on the way to Brighton

On the bright side, our family have been spending a lot more time together. It's nice although the weekend just gone we didn't do too much together. We've always been the family who try to go out together. Since the beginning of September though, we've been on a drive to spend more time together. This has resulted in several walks, all of which have been great. We've also been on some really nice day trips, such as Brighton, and we've also had two overnight expeditions. The image of my youngest brother springs to mind wielding a stick about three times his height. My other younger but older than youngest brother is also an avid reader like me and I've had many more conversations with him about books. Can you believe he hasn't read Narnia? I am horrified that I have let this go on for so long in my own family!

Dad's not too bad at making conversation either although the intellectual reading conversations are better left alone. Recently, I've learnt a fair bit of history although I am glad I didn't continue my studies in the topic because I can't remember the dates for the life of me. His phone is a tad annoying but I can forgive him for that. ;) (please take everything I'm saying with a pinch of salt- listening to Clown by Emeli Sande and I will be your clown). My sister may or may not be pleased to know that I have found my headphone splitters or at least I had, they've gone on walkabouts but they'll turn up eventually. My mum's just Mum, as funny as always.

I need to finish reading the Heroes of Olympus series, along with the other eighteen books I have to read. I returned my brother's kindle but I'm dreading carrying the Blood of Olympus to school. I also know that once I start, I won't stop so I'm holding off until half-term when I can spend five hours reading the thing. Don't remind me how many tests I have this week, mainly to 'test' my progress. And then there's the English controlled assessment of which I have yet to think of a topic. (Paradise just came on, quite fitting don't you think?- I do). Dad's got Trio in his arms and my heart is melting, she is definitely from paradise.

I think I'm going to have to finish up the thoughts from today, this has been most useful to me. Probably not so much to you. I did a music solo on Friday. I went too high and couldn't find my way back down so the teacher stopped me- how embarrassing. However the fact that the rest of the class balked at the prospect of singing in front of the class makes me feel slightly better. I faced my fears and conquered although I have a long way to go before I nail it. I only heard the song on the Sunday before the solo though, that also makes me feel better. You know what, I'm going to stop making excuses. I did well. Let's leave it at that.

I'm so tired, but only one week until the half-term and freedom! For one whole week. Halloween and choir trip. It's going to be great, Only a Chemistry test and possible IT test before then and maybe the ensemble performance. And after that a debate, maths test, controlled assessment, and other stuff. But I have an inset day first day back. I just realized that I have a PE assessment tomorrow. Really got to stop thinking. I'm going now, promise.

(finishing on 'I won't give up'- Jason Mraz)