Where have I been all your life?

Hello and welcome to this extremely fun and boring blog about my life! If you've already stalked my profile you will have found that I'm currently 17 years old, learning to drive and beginning my quest on becoming a published writer. Which is what brings us to this very blog in fact. After taking the Writers Bureau course I decided that it was time to get a source of daily writing. So here we are, history in the making. 

Maybe one day you will look back at this blog and think wow, this is where that guy started! Or it might be published as The Writers Guide of What Not To Do! Either way, I think this blog will go down in one kind of history or another. Today was a beautifully mundane day, I went into Sixth Form sat studying for my course for two hours and finally went to my lesson.

The lesson was taught by a wonderful teacher. She truly is magnificent. One of her many talents is in fact, terrifying the life out of us all (us being the class) and the only problem is we wouldn't be so scared if we would just sit down and do the work. But Alas, we are teenagers and as we all know, the youth of today (or youth like me) are very lazy and lack certain disciplines. I'm going to stop for a moment as I make myself a cup of tea. 

I am back and now, I find that this is the most relevant time to talk about my most favourite drink in the world. Tea! Sent down by the Gods for Mankind to drink, I drink around three dozen cups a day and still never tire. To me, tea is like a drug and I am, in fact, addicted. I stand there fidgeting in front of the kettle, hopping up and down like a demented frog. Suddenly, I feel a tingle on my tongue, it's my taste buds exploding and screaming for chocolate. Deciding that the water will take a while to boil I make my way over to the biscuit tin (which is now full of small neglected chocolates that didn't make it into the mouths of my family at Christmas) and see what I can find. 

Toffee Crisps and chocky eggs are what lurks inside, nothing that tickles my fancy. But then right at the bottom, buried in the rubble of sweets and treats is a Breakaway bar. After a moments pause to view the situation I pounce. My hand dives inside the tin and swims to the bottom to collect my prize, just like a lucky dip I pull and the biscuit bar is mine! By the time I have returned to the kettle the water is boiled and all that's left to do is pop a tea bag in a cup. Pour the water. Five second wait. Scoop out the bag and dunk it in the tea bag bowl and finally my beautiful cup of wonder has been created. 

Now that I am accompanied by my cuppa I am free to sit and continue my studies. One day I will be a successful writer. And the quest starts here!

Al