Bob The Builder, Can He Fix It?

I suck, it seems, at this situation repeatedly. I need fixing. Other people need fixing. I try to do fixing for them but it doesn't work because I guess an un-fixed me isn't quite functional and won't do the job.

Bye Blog?

Okay, so it's been evident enough that I haven't posted here in absolutely ages. And I probably won't. Because I have another blog. Not quite so privy to other eyes though. Although, who knows, perhaps on occasion I will duck back in here and toss a few things about?

I'm talking nonsense. If I can remember this post and date I should read through everything and see if there's much of an obvious, abrupt transition between two different school years. Most of the worst stuff really happened later in the year and was documented on that other blog of mine. One day I'll just reread through all this...

It's amusing, it really is. To read back on my journals in grade seven. So giggly, so many guys. Typical, shy as I was. Now...I mean, there's such a difference. All the junk I've gone through...yeah...

Supper time. Then school, to see about stuff for courses for my last year of school.