A good book

Oh my days, I was desperate to write a post and I thought i’d do it from my computer to be faster than doing it on my phone – turns out that wasn’t the case. I had to wait F-O-R-E-V-E-R for Internet explorer to load, only when It had loaded did I realize that my mum’s office computer isn’t as ancient as my little laptop and actually had Google Chrome Installed. Then as the page was loading There was this big red Flashy thing informing me I had won an iPad. Nice try, Internet Explorer. The only thing I gained from that Alert box was a headache.

Anyway, back to the post..

I love it when it gets colder nights and It goes darker earlier each night. I don’t appreciate the rain though, all cold and makes you jeans stick uncomfortably and makes your hair look greasy and hang all limp and POO.

However, The cold, dark nights make me all cosy, that was the point.

This morning, during first period, I started to read ‘The fault in our stars.’ Its got a very good reputation as an incredibly tragic and romantic book so I thought I’d give it a go. Safe to say if I haven’t read it all by first period tomorrow i’ll be surprised. Amazing, amazing book already and I’m only 3/5 of the way through it. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried and I cant wait to do more of that in the very near future.

Back to feeling cosy, (oh my god red zigzag lines. NO, AMERICAN SPELL CHECK, I AM NOT INCAPABLE OF SPELLING.)

I was reading this book tonight at the train station, again on the 3 minute train ride and then i even read it as I did the 4 minute walk back to my house. Granted, I stepped in quite a few puddles and may have reared off into the road a couple of times. The pages got all spotty because of the rain so i’m hoping the library woman will have her fit about that AFTER I’ve returned it and walked safely out of the college premises. All totally worth it.

I got home, walked up the front steps, opened the front door, said hello to my mum and dad, dodged the pool table ( do not forget I live in a pub,) and got upstairs into my room, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my jeans and crawled under my duvet all without looking up. Then I lay there, all cosy and warm in my bed both laughing and crying at this book which will definitely be a new favourite of mine. I cannot tell you how nice it was to just get lost for an hour without my phone buzzing. I’m pretty sure its one of those books that has one of those huge impacts on you for a couple of days afterwards, where you wish with all your heart that the book would never end or that you could just live in the world of those pages but you can never reread it because it just wont be as magical and enigmatic and i’m rambling shush Michaela.

Its put me into the mood where I just want to write and write and write, I get so much inspiration! I CANNOT go back to away with the fairies though, because I know that once I do It’ll consume me and I wont want to stop and to be honest I’m struggling  to find time for friends, family, college work, a job, a boyfriend, a blog, a diet, the internet, a criminal minds addiction AND a book (both writing and reading) . Not gonna happen, my brain is not clever enough to comprehend that much activity. However I do have a long, long list of books I want to read thanks to A-Level Literature introducing me to so many authors I’ve never met.

Congratulations, You just wasted approximately 4 minutes reading this post about what is going on in Michaela’s little brain. But thanks, anyways. Always open to new authors to add to my forever growing list.

Love from me.x


School Buses + Their Drivers.

Totally acceptable though, as i’m about to go into full rage mode about Public transport, namely my school bus.

Firstly, theres NEVER enough seats. They know how many people get on the bus, so why dont supply us with abus with ENOUGH SEATS? is that so hard to ask? squeezing three of us onto a seat is not in anyway comfortable, nor does it do anything for anyone’s dignity.

Secondly, why doesnt the bus driver WAIT for everyone to be seated before he drives away? I have fallen over in the isle of seats a number of times because of this and personally dont find it very funny. The Grumpy fat oaf is obviously so humor deprived he gets his kicks by jolting kids around dangerously in a bus.

Thirdly, this has only happened once, but what kind of simpleton leaves the SUNROOF OPEN ALL NIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF AUTUMN!?….IN ENGLAND? of course, whoever drove our bus the night before is some kind of dimwit moron that clearly shouldnt be on the roads and responsible for 50 odd children if he’s going to leave them open all night. The next morning, instead of getting us a new bus,  we all got to sit on nice wet seats, resulting in a soggy skirt all day at school. well done, Bus company, really outdid yourself there.
Fourthly, (is that a word? I’m not sure..) Why, on the absolutley freezing days, where your hands are turning blue and your breath is turning to ice the second it leaves your body, is the bus ALWAYS LATE? We all stand here shivering, and I think he sits around the corner, waiting for that fine line between life and death before he comes to pick up up.