Nathan's killed the computer again. Fantastic. He did three system restores yesterday to try and get Spore Galactic Adventures working again and then screwed it up entirely by resetting the computer while the third restore was still going.

I'm - going - to - annihilate - him. He has no sodding concept of 'computer safety' or 'patience'. Nor does he have any idea what 'actually, other people need this computer so perhaps I'd better leave it alone' means. He screwed th whole thing up so he could play a piddling game - one which is probably a dodgy copy, anyway.

As a result, these posts will come much later than expected because not only do I have no Internet access to actually post them, I also don't have anything to type them up on.

These posts are thankfully all still in handwritten form, so at least I won't lose anything when the computer is reformatted. But that's not the point. It isn't fair on Ashley and I that he should wreck the computer every couple of months (literally) because he gets impatient with a game. But when we try to confront him about it he throws a hissy fit at us.

If/when I get a laptop, the resultant bliss will probably kill me. And only when hell freezes over will anyone else have a go on it.

Anyway, if all goes well today I should be enrolled into Sixth Form. I should let them know of my change of address. I should also have been getting my glasses today, but thanks to the cost of moving it looks like I'll be squinting until Wednesday.

I need a cup of coffee. I'll check in later to let you all know how it goes.

All went well and I'm officially a Y13 student. And guess what? Grade E's at A-Level are equivalent to a C at GCSE, which to me is a satisfactory result. And considering there's only one year's difference between A-Levels and GCSE, I haven't done too bad. Not only that but an E at A-Level is also a pass. Yes, chums, I'll be working my face off next year on three A2's, one of which is... *drumroll* Art!

I didn't pick any AS subjects in the end. Yeah, no Media for me. Sian is going to kill me for being one of the most unreliable people she's ever known. But with three A2s to focus on, I don't think any more subjects would be a wise choice. Even Mrs Vernazza said it would be too much work. So, I have my three subjects, all carried on from last academic year (except Photography), and I intend to get good grades on all three of them.

School looks a lot different now. They've been working on it over the summer. There's a patch of previously unused and derelict-looking ground outside the Sixth Form block that's had a garden put in - it looks pretty good.

We nipped up to Earlestown on foot to tell the opticians about my glasses fee problem and it turns out that my glasses aren't even there yet anyway. So, Wednesday, hopefully, I'll have my beloved eyesight back so I can read Mrs. Hughes' ghastly black-text-on-purple presentations. On the way back, it rained. Hard.

Ooh, I also need some new biros (for writing, not art). Most just disappeared during the move.

In other news, I'm hungry. We've got baked potatoes for dinner, though. Awesome!

Lee's getting his new car on Monday. He said he'd visit once he has it. Yay!

The end of my second full day is drawing near. The sun's setting as I write this; it's quite a sight. My window faces west, so the sun sets outside of it. And with the road being nice and wide, I can see a lot of sky from my room, which means in the evenings I have a spectacular view of the sunset.

Two days in and I still feel a little weird in a new house. But it doesn't feel as weird or oppressive as my old house did. When I lived there, I was picked on an awful lot and there was a lot of stress regarding the local area - so in moving, I've put all that behind me. Dad's much happier here, as well, and I have a bigger room with bigger windows. I don't feel claustrophobic any more. It still feels odd because most of my stuff remains packed and I'm still adjusting, but it's better.

Music's helping an awful lot. Huzzah for stealage of Dad's stereo. I've got Kevin Ayers and the Whole World's 'Lunatic's Lament' playing right now, listening to Mike Oldfield unleash that blistering guitar solo. I've worked a little on the novel but it's proving hard to get back into. I just planned chapter fifteen and the start of sixteen.

( Anyway, here's some bedroom/college supplies waffling )