This is possibly the worst blog I've ever written.

I want to make some time for reading, I recently bought some really nice books and would very much enjoy a day where I could just laze about and read.  But I'm sure I'll have plenty of days where I'll be able to do this on the holidays. Especially seeing as I'm being taken to Brisbane for the majority of my holidays.

In fact I could probably be spending this time reading. But for some strange reason I do not feel compelled to anymore.

I could sit here and write a huge paragraph about what I'm feeling, but I think I'll be a little more blunt and just say it straight up.

I just tried to be blunt and was met with dismal failure, so I guess I'll just write some ambiguous and emotionally retarded paragraph.

Maybe I should start this off by first saying that I am not a very patient man. I do not enjoy waiting for things and barely, if ever see the point of said waiting.

So anyone who knows my current predicament must now realise that I feel as if I am going slightly insane. This is more because of the ambiguity that waiting breeds than anything else.

But the euphoric moments when I'm full of hope are also extremely good; the best I've felt in a long time. So I don't really know what to think.

Also I'm pretty sure you should tell me what you said :)