Bak to shoole? Why wold me ned schoole?

So, yes, back to prison
It's funny. As you get older, or at least, as I get older, you dread going back less and actually start looking forward. I mean, not enough to actually want to go back, but still.
Some perks to next year, I think I will enjoy it very much. Some major downers, sure, but hopefully I can deal with them
If you're expecting me to reveal the perks and downers you're sadly mistaken. I will reveal I get my laptop back on the first day, and that I take it home. So writing should be happening pretty quickly, as over the holidays I've gathered many ideas.
Some of you may have noticed that I was on a lot more than I expected. I didn't expect my sister to be so 'kind' this year, and let me use the computer. Let meaning that she didn't rip my face off when I went on. And even if she didn't let me use the internet, I still did anyway, because it's not her internet or her computer.
I'm bored of talking now, so I'm going to go. I've got to enjoy my last day of freedom. It's weird, I get my laptop back and for the rest of the year I use it, but this is the last day of me watching TV during the day, but I'm still on the computer.
Whatever
Ciao for Now