"Assess the impact of World War Two on Italy." So here I am procrastinating. Aaaah I've had a month to do this WHY am I so lazy?? Bah.

I don't knooow the impact of WWII on Italy. I'm 16. I wasn't THERE. Oh well. I suppose I should write it. I'll do a naughty and use my notes...exam practise my butt.

I have an EXAM NEXT WEEK!! On some American poet...meh. I really dislike English at my new school. Its not any harder than GCSE really, but my teacher is quite boring and 2D. She doesn't seem passionate about it and she panicked when we decided to study Dickens instead of Bronte....

A) She's the teacher...so she could of and SHOULD of put her foot down. But she didnt.

B) She should not be so insecure about teaching an unfamiliar text. She should have read Great Expectations and welcome this as a challenge. It must be nice to teach something different for the first time in 10 years!

I'd drop English but they'll never let me because I got extremely good GCSE grades and my old teacher sent me with his recommendations. High ones. So I'm stuck in this uninspiring lesson five times a week. Awww. Back to school tomorrow. It's Critical Thinking day! That means slacking off, leaving half an hour early and going down to the refectory for a nice hot chocolate.

To add to that stress I begin a SIXTH course, this one a Open University one...gah! Most people at my age are studying 3-4 AS's..not five plus a degree level short course. I AM STUPID. Plus they have sent me all this software to shove on my spanky new laptop and I don't know where to start. Thank God for my IT manager father who actually DOES know where to start and end.

I must begin buying clothes for my holiday in April. My maternal grandfather lives in Thailand for some reason so we must go visit him. He's such a lovely guy, but visiting him means I need to purchase an unnecessary amount of dresses and summery clothes once every two years. And I am not happy in flimsy clothes. I love tights, pencil skirts, ballet flats, coats, hats and scarves. Not exactly hot weather dress-up.

If anyone has any advice for the best clothes to wear in extremely hot weather that are cool, comfy but cover me up (I am deathly pale and burn like a souffle) I'd be glad for it.

Anyway, I really should go and do something constructive. But I don't know what. Anniversary dinner is booked at a lovely local harbourside restaurant...revision is pointless because its for English and thats impossible to revise for...nothing on TV...I shall read.

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...so hello. I still have figured out all the configy thingies to do with my profile which doesnt really..er...exist at this moment in time but maybe I will get around to doing that. Any advice?

Well I'm 16 and live on a small island in the English Channel (Guernsey) but HOPEFULLY I will be leaving next year when I turn 18 and bugger off to the UK to study fine art. At this point, if all goes according to plan, I will acquire a life, as England has cool things like lots shops and cafes and you can walk down the street anonymously.

I'm currently studying 5 AS-Levels at the Guernsey Grammar School and Sixth Form Centre. The subjects I have subjected myself too are English Lit and Lang, History, Art and Design, Religious Studies (Religious Philosophy and Ethics) and Critical Thinking. I have just realised how many that is...eurch!

As if I didn't have enough to do I will also be commencing a short course with the Open University in fiction writing...I don't know why, I'm lazy as hell and will probably forget to complete the bloody thing.

I spend my spare time reading just about anything, but I like Milan Kundera, Terry Pratchett, Plato, Oscar Wilde, Jack Keraouc and trashy books like The Devil Wears Prada and violent crime thrillers...so basically, yeah, I read anything.

The rest of my spare time is spent avoiding doing the work for my essay heavy subject-load and hanging out with the Boy.

In fact it is our second anniversary on monday and for some reason every decent restaurant in Guernsey has decided to shut/refurbish. Poo.

Anyway I've gone on too much. I look forward to reading other peoples blogs. Hurrah for the blog revolution!