4.04pm The day before school starts again. What a strange day. In limbo, trying to finish homework, trying to enjoy the last gasps of freedom. Can anyone explain to me why I can't quite believe I'm fifteen already? Changing my age on my diary made me feel almost geriatric. I kind of enjoy these years, no exams (not proper ones, at least), hardly any responsibilty (I wouldn't say history prefect exactly puts the weight of the world on my shoulders). I sat reading today for three hours straight. When am I going to be able to do that again? When I retire most likely. I don't want my life to pass by in a blur. I want to live it. I am longsighted. And I might need glasses in six months. I think glasses are quite glamourous. Maybe my mother would disagree, but that's because she walks into big black metal bars when she gives them to me. Where would I be without laughter?