What Shall I Say? I Must Tread

I Am Going To Become A Writer For Cosmo - You Don’t Have To Make Any Sense At All. Or Maybe I’ll Be A Bloke, They Don’t Have To Make Sense Either.

I Gave My Artistic Laugh And Also Threw In Some Quirky Language For Good Measure. "lawks-a-mercy, No! I'm Going To Have A Long Bath And..." I Looked Shyly Down. Which Is Pretty Impressive To Have Done Artistic Laugh, Quirky Language And Shyness All In The Space Of Ten Seconds.

Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps Ranting "what Light Trough Yonder Window Breaks" Its The Moon For God Sakes!

Some Things In Life Are Not Pleasant But They Have To Be Done. For Instance, German And Maths.

I Am Going To Keep My Mind (well, What's Left Of It) Occupied By Doing (and I Never Thought The Day Would Come When I Would Say This) My Homework.