Being 15 is pretty damn cool...

Hey to the reader,

Here I sit, a whole year older. I ask myself, what has changed? Well, not too much really. I grow a year older every year, and the feeling stays the same really. But there's something about 15 that makes me feel that extra bit elated. Meh, that feeling will probably come back around when I turn 16, that doesn't make it any less cool though.

I love birthdays, it's nice to feel like the world revolves around you for a day. I've got some amazing presents, and had a very good time this past weekend. On Saturday I had my party, which was a little different from past years. It was simple, yet really effective. I went out with some close friends for a meal, we all dressed up really smart, sharp and sophisticated, and had a fantastic time. Great food, great atmosphere, great outfits, great conversation, and great friends. I've mentioned this so many times it's just getting stupid, I've got the best friends a guy could ask for, they're just brilliant. Any guys who will find suits no matter the cost, just for your birthday party are obviously commited.

Here's a pic of our sexy selves outside the restaurant:















We had a helluva night out, and I want to thank everyone who came and made it what it was. Monday was my actual Birthday, and although I had to go to school, it was still pretty good. I managed to avoid getting many Birthday Beats (one punch for each year) from people, and wishings of 'Happy Birthday' seemed to follow me around all day.
It all amounted to a fantastic Birthday, and its definitely on my list of things to top!

A few weeks ago, I went out with my school to the Globe theatre to see Shakespeare's 'Comedy of Errors'. The performance was just testament to how timeless Shakespeare's work is. Arguably, I didn't understand it all, but I got the jist, and a lot of the jokes along the way. I thoroughly recommend going to the Globe, as it is one of the best theatres around. Having performed in it myself, I appreciate how difficult theatre in the round can be, and it was great to see some professionals at work.
The theatre was beautiful as well, but putting more pictures on here doesn't seem to be working, so I'll try and put them up some other time.

Another thing I've done recently is written a short story (bare in mind that short by my standards is pretty damn long by anyone elses). I'll show you a short extract, and may put up some more, depending on the reaction. It doesn't really have a title, but any ideas for one would be appreciated. Here's an extract from it.

The smoke that filtered ominously out of the club had a sense of allure about it; drawing me in. I glanced once again at the card given to me by a friend. The brightly coloured advert resembled the club entrance almost exactly, almost. The neon sign reading ‘Flat Top Box’ was green in colour, but it flickered every few seconds, taking some of the effect away.
I was wary about entering, unsure of what I would find. I then realised that nothing was coming out of standing here in the cold. Pushing past my inhibitions and worries, I passed under the flickering sign, and into the ‘Flat Top Box’.

My breath disappearing in front of me, I found myself in a dim corridor, with the sound of rave music slowly getting louder and louder. Totally unprepared, I pushed through the purple door at the corridor’s end. Bright lights blinded my eyes, pounding drum beats hammered at my ears, numerous packets of God knows what were shoved into my hands, and the only thing I could smell was the strong scent of smoke. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t from normal cigarettes.

Wondering what I had gotten myself into, I wandered around the cubed area. The name was certainly appropriate, if I even took one look at the ceiling, an intense feeling of claustrophobia would take over. Sneaking in between the occasional gaps in the entranced dancers, flooded in the different coloured lights, I made my way to the bar. Nothing could be heard over the immense noise, so I merely muttered something about vodka with coke, and leaned against the bar, observing the surroundings.

After a few minutes, I passed the solitary barman a five dollar bill and started to enjoy something that wasn’t my vodka with coke, but had a welcome sharpness to it nonetheless. Then, through a sudden opening in the sea of dancers, I spotted a slim figure in a jade green dress. She was standing at the other end of the club, as if waiting for something. Her hazelnut gaze sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes darted around, looking for the person she was obviously searching for. However, her eyes didn’t leave me. I was the point of her focus. A moment of eternity passed, and the girl turned tail, out of my sight, with long blonde curls shimmering in her wake.

End Extract

I hope you guys like it, comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. I'll put up more if the response is positive.

I'll try and do another post in half term, but I'm pretty booked up, so don't sit around waiting for one.

Best wishes,
JoeMI6