Wasted

      So, the summer holidays have essentially finished. Remember how I suggested I might be able to write some good posts during the summer? Well, that obviously didn't happen. Now, you're probably thinking I was too busy partying, gallivanting, generally debauching and all the other wholesome things that young go-getters such as myself are expected to do during the summer. Of course, you aren't really thinking that, unless you know as much about me as a particularly uninformed piece of belly button fluff knows about the political situation in Kuwait. That was a piece of colourful imagery to help you forget that this post isn't going anywhere.
      Anyway, I have, in fact, not been debauching (which I had never thought of as its own word until today). Instead, I spent my summer doing nothing. Which is a pity, as I had actually planned lots of fun activities for myself, which, had I completed them, would allow me to say I in fact did nothing of value, which is much better than doing nothing. There is a certain pride someone gets from completing activities that make other people ask "Why the hell did you waste your summer doing that?", just before they walk over to someone who achieved equally little, but in a less constructive way. But no, I failed at constructive nothingness, instead achieving the same type of nothingness as a city council meeting on a subject that no one wants to admit they don't understand so instead of contributing they contemplate how they can avoid blame when whatever is being discussed inevitably fails. In short, not only did I not achieve anything, I actively avoided anything that might lead me to accidentally achieving anything. (A colourful simile mocking an easy political target in a way that has been done countless times in the past? Wow, this post has everything! Actually, is it a simile? I didn't actually say it was like it, so does it still count? These rambling brackets about nothing are the direct result of me not reading through my own posts. This must get really tiring to read, right? Man, I'd hate to be you right now. Just feel lucky I didn't nest any brackets in this one. (Which would look like this, by the way. (Though to be fair, that's only being used as an example, so I added this second layer of nesting just to add some spice. (Or should that be third level? I never quite got if you included the first layer. It might be like ground floor Vs. first floor, what with the wacky Americans and their occasionally more logical use of the English language. (Except for how they say and spell aluminium, that's just wrong. (Though, if you want to really get into it, Humphry Davy, the discoverer of the metal, preferred the spelling alumium and it wasn't until later that the end was changed to 'inium' to better fit with other elements' names. (But, that's coming for a guy called Humphry Davy, not only did he forget an E from his name, but his name sounds like a drunk person trying to make a vaguely rude version of "Upsy Daisy". (On the subject of In the Night Garden, have you ever noticed how most of the characters' names sound like ethnic slurs for races we don't have yet? Makka Pakka? Ninky Nonk? Pinky Ponk? I mean, really. (Oh dear hell, how did I get here? I've now got to work out how many brackets I need to end this abomination of our once fine language.))))))))) Remind me not to do that again. Oh, who am I kidding, there's no one left reading after that, is there? At least not anyone who would have any interest in talking to me in a way that doesn't involve so many four letter words that they'd have a good chance of winning a game of Boggle, despite the low scoring nature of shorter words.
      This post was supposed to just be a cheap way of making me seem interesting by giving a misleading title that briefly gives the impression that I had at least some level of debauching going on, but, after what we've been through in the last few minutes, I think we can all agree that it turned into something much, much less. I really shouldn't blog while this sleep deprived.
      So, until next time (or a least until you decide to give me some helpful updates for my four letter word dictionary), bye.