I never really appreciated the fact of when you’re younger, you can pretty much do anything. 50p seemed like you’d just found a gold mine when you were 5.

Now 50p barely buys me lunch… well unless my lunch is a packet of polos from the vending machine, possibly a chocolate bar (but the polos last longer)

Now 16 years, 6A*s (at GCSE) and 6 weeks into 6th form, things are reaching a normality. Things won’t change from here on in, the real world has actually back-handed me in the face and I’m still pouting about it. Real money, real work (pfffttt) and real relationships (I’m not in love, contrary to what everyone else is saying. ****ers . Yet I’m still soulless enough to take the piss of anyone that is in love though. Fun old me.)

Don’t worry, I’ll repost that in about 2 years time. It’ll be fine.

One final thought:

One of my mates told me that my neutral face (ie no expression, similar to your concentration face, and the complete opposite to your party face) is the most deadpan object in history.

Well, if that’s true, I’m going to be the most bitching doctor in history, especially if Scrubs, House and Grey’s Anatomy is anything to go by. Winner.