posted by
boombangbing at 11:12pm on 22/10/2007
Even though I have loads of homework, all I did this weekend was watch clips of Whose Line Is It Anyway, The Colbert Report and The Daily Show on YouTube. It was an unproductive, yet strangely satisfying weekend. I only wish half-term was this week, instead of next.
College is really getting on my back at the moment. I'm so unorganised and unmotivated, sometimes I think I should just quit my A levels and get a job at Forbidden Planet, but then I remember that going to university is the only thing I really know I want to do with my life. You have to take the rough with the smooth, I guess. What I really need to do is sort out some kind of work schedule, other wise I'm never going to keep on top of my crap, especially with NaNo coming up.
My grandmother's still in a pretty bad way, she might need surgery on her arm, and she's already far too fragile. Thing is, we don't get on, none of my family do, it's like a mini battle is being waged all the time, so it's difficult to know what to feel. I'm sympathetic, and I hope she's okay, but it's like I'm removed from it, like it's happening to someone I only vaguely know, which essentially is true. I hope when I have a family we won't be as royally screwed up as everyone that's gone before.
I really need to get my head together, my writing's suffering, I'm frustrated, fidgety and yet at the same time, chronically lazy. *headdesk*
College is really getting on my back at the moment. I'm so unorganised and unmotivated, sometimes I think I should just quit my A levels and get a job at Forbidden Planet, but then I remember that going to university is the only thing I really know I want to do with my life. You have to take the rough with the smooth, I guess. What I really need to do is sort out some kind of work schedule, other wise I'm never going to keep on top of my crap, especially with NaNo coming up.
My grandmother's still in a pretty bad way, she might need surgery on her arm, and she's already far too fragile. Thing is, we don't get on, none of my family do, it's like a mini battle is being waged all the time, so it's difficult to know what to feel. I'm sympathetic, and I hope she's okay, but it's like I'm removed from it, like it's happening to someone I only vaguely know, which essentially is true. I hope when I have a family we won't be as royally screwed up as everyone that's gone before.
I really need to get my head together, my writing's suffering, I'm frustrated, fidgety and yet at the same time, chronically lazy. *headdesk*
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