I hope this letter finds you well, and thankfully by the sound if it it finds you in very high spirits. Now, as I'm certain it hasn't escaped your notice that the month of April is upon it. This can be a very exciting time for many as it bring with it the season of Spring and of course all things Easter. A time of jubilation indeed, that by the sound of it
I am writing this letter to you as a friendly reminder. The month of April is also considered by many, according to the lore, as 'study month' (I believe it's pronounced 'stuh-dee', but no one can be truly certain.)
The reason for my imparting of these pearls of wisdom is twofold:
Firstly I enjoy the sound of my own voice, or in this case typing so I felt this a valuable outlet, and secondly the fact that you haven't shut the f*ck up over the last week is proof enough that you are probably unaware what a book is, never mind having opened one at any point over the last 12 months.
You see it may have escaped your notice that the day tends to begin before 3pm when you emerge bleary eyed and reeking of shame from the darkened cavern you call a bedroom. Yes, the AM, the time of day when people who want to get things done, you know, do things. I like to consider myself one of these people however it proves a more difficult task after a night of you charming fellows standing by my bedroom window screaming for Adam. (Not to say Adam isn't a lovely chap, I'm sure he is).
I am by no means the most diligent student. I procrastinate with the best of them. However, as I aspire to more than (as I've heard you yell oh so loudly in the small hours) simply 'being a f*cking legend' I would enjoy to get to sleep at a reasonable hour, or at least drift off to something more relaxing than the sound of Wonderwall being butchered more than usual.
I would say I wish you well, but that is proving difficult in my current sleep derived state, so I leave you with this: Shut the f*ck up or I will be introducing you to a whole world of pain, because no matter how bad a drunken rendition of Wonderwall sounds I'm sure it pales in comparison to anything from Nickleback's back catalogue. Aren't you?
- Claire
