Study Periods and Aleks' philosophy on life

Ello Ello.

 

Right now, my friends, I’m at schoolywool. Not like a lesson schoolywool but what they call a “study period” schoolywool. Basically, you’re supposed to do work and tha’ but no-one does work, but I can’t be asked with mindless chit chat or presidential debates, so I’m writing an equally mindless blog.

 

Fun times, eh?

 

Might as well just fill you in with what’s going on with my education type thing, hmm…

 

Basically, I’m in the first year of 6^th form at my old school (I live right down the road, I’m not exactly gonna add a bus journey for the sake of changing school, am I?).

 

I’m taking English Lang+Lit (‘cause I likes the English), Philosophy and Ehtics (I don’t know why, but I likes it), Psychology (I don’t know why and I don’t likes it) and Media (because I’m good at it).

 

I don’t know why you would want to know all that, but now you do. Feel privileged.

 

J

 

This study period thing is ridiculous- why not just call it a free? We all do. Establishments such as this one love to impose their fancy titles (nothing more than jargon, really) to make things seem so much more important. I don’t like it when that happens. It happens a lot.

 

“Lunch time supervisor” – a dinner lady!

“Warehouse Operative” – Someone that works in a warehouse

“High Tech Retail Analysis” – a security guard!

 

WHY!?

 

Soon I’ll be known as a Web-based social commentator.

 

And my friend Aleks will be known as a Highway Outlaw Officer violation  5.2 (He speedz)

 

He says that he doesn’t bad speed. He good speeds. 45 in a 30 = bad. 35 in a 30= cooool.

 

He obviously hasn’t watched that TV advert… 80% chance, man, 80%.

 

Then again, he drives a ‘motor bike’ (*cough* ped).

 

Hmm… they need to revise that advert.

 

This really is a dire excuse for a blog.

 

So I’ll let Aleks write a little bit.

 

 

(*handing over*)

 

 

 

Right bitches, listen up.

 

What pisses me off these days is the global attitude people have fallen into.. Let’s go back a thousand years; objective for the day… Find food, make love, fight, sleep.

 

Today it’s all shit.

 

We get up at unnatural hours and feel shit because of it, we do that to go and do a boring repetitive task that we hate, to make enough money to be able to get up and go do it again.

 

I want a return to the old days, we only live once… True we might not live as long, but I’d rather have a life of random impulses keeping me happy that lasts for about 40 years than a working life in fucking shackles that lasts about 90.

 

(George imput: As if you’re gonna last to 90- you smoke and drive motorcycles at ridiculous speeds down dual carriageways)

 

Yeah, I do… And so what?

 

Isn’t that EXACTLY what my above point is?

 

If I die on a bike or from smoking or drinking… Fine!

 

At least I can say I died doing something I enjoy, and if there’s a better way to end than that, I’d like to hear it.

 

George: Being suffocated by breasts.

 

Yeah, that’ll kill you mid-to-late 30’s though… Old lady boobs ain’t so capable of suffocation… Think a blanket draped over your face…. (Trust me, you don’t wanna know the things I know)

 

(*Hands back to George*)

 

Well, now you know what I do at school…

 

That’s why we take Philosophy, mannn.

 

Anyway, I’m off to do something nice and mundane for the next couple of hours- then the gym. Then sainsbury’s to buy my mum a present (it’s her birthday today and I kind of… yeah!)

 

Til next time!