Hello folks!
I've got another confession to make. And no, no-one's getting the best, the best, the best, the best of me. Having considered what I wrote yesterday, but in the cold light and fresh air of day, I've decided that it's really not bugging me that much. It was late last night and History homework had been frustrating me. Can you forgive me? I mean, the same things I said still annoy me, but maybe I'm not quite as fed up with them as I made out. So yeah, I'm not infallible, and the whole purpose of this blog is for me to be able to write what I think as I think it. So, sorry anyone who was expecting drama, but passivity has won out yet again.
In other news, I'm just debating whether to watch the latest FlashForward episode or a film I've been given to watch for French. On the one hand, my conscience tells me to do the former because that way I can hand it back in tomorrow, but on the other, I can't get enough of Jack Davenport in that series. I mean, considering he's a villain, albeit a reluctant one, I find myself oddly sympathetic to him, and oddly apathetic to the alcoholic police guy who's supposed to be the hero. He just seems much more suited to his role here than in Pirates, but he doesn't get nearly enough time on camera.
Darn it, my conscience is too good. FlashForward tomorrow!
See ya 'round!
Jack
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