Dear Pixelated White Box,
Today, I returned to school. I'm in year 9 now, and must once more endure the repetitive, growth related comments of (grand)parents and aunts. In my short 12 hours since attending school, I have reached the conclusion that Year 9 is Year 8, with the 8 removed, and a 9 stuck on the end. Still, only 189 days of it to go.

In any case, the timetable isn't that bad, and I only have to put up with R.E once a fortnight . The first 10 hours of the day were great, as I was able to sleep, catch up with friends, and write a one word story in which a girl named Miranda is murdered by a bowl of noodles.

The highlight of tomorrow should be buying my next issue of PLAY magazine, with the second edition of PLAY TV. How incredibily exciting.

Well, the summer is over, school isn't as bad as it should be, and Art lessons now involve Art. A new chapter of my life seems to be beginning, which I shall call:

:bou::bou::bou::bou::bou::bou::bou::bou::bou:>The Chapter of Ceaseless Mediocrity