I have not disappeared.

So, 3 months appear to have passed since my last addition to my blog was posted, claiming that I would attempt to post once a week at least. It would seem despite several recent assertions that I will become an more organised and put together person, I have failed miserably. Here's to changing habits....

Seriously where does time go?! It seems incredible to me that a year and a half ago I was starting Sixth Form, wide-eyed, innocent and shy as they come (LOL that's a joke, I have never been shy, or innocent. I am somewhat wide-eyed though.) And now I am on the home straight of school before leaving for university in September-ish time (Hah, this is if I actually manage to achieve decent grades). My friends Gilly and Smit get all squirmy and
start yelling "SHUT UP I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE" if I start to mention this fact. In their little worlds, if they don't think about it, it's not happening.

This is similar to the attitude of children - if they don't look you in the eye, or alternatively if they make weird noises very loudly over your voice, then the telling off or warning they are recieving simply does not exist. Humanity's capacity to block out bad things in their own little box constantly amazes me. I do it myself. I tend to go for "If I don't think about it too much, then it won't happen, bother me, or exist." Unfortuneately this strategy does me no favours when the ignored matter is coursework, revision, or learning my Grade 6 ballet syllabus. Looming exams have a nasty habit of not disappearing when forgotten about. This outlook has been useful when applied to situations or even entire people, however.

I tend to work best to an urgent schedule - if it doesn't need doing yet, it doesn't need doing. Well I say this but, I think what I mean is "I am lazy, and procrastinate for as long as I possibly can and do the said task at the latest possible moment I can live it till." My only motivation to do anything earlier tends to be either the knowledge that a very good TV programme is on tonight and I'd rather get it done, or money, which I am of course never offered.

In other news, I have developed a mild allergic reaction to the permanent henna I have used to dye my hair, and am consequently allergic to my own hair. Lovely. I stumbled across this question on facebook today, "If you choose an answer to this question at random, what is the chance you'll be correct? a) 25% b) 50% c) 60% d) 25%". Cannot even begin to describe the amount to which this has confused me. I feel like my brain is spilling out my ears and nostrils. I also played Sims for 2 hours straight with Gilly today. There is something bizarrely satisfying about living vicariously through computer-generated people...

Blog posts will attempt to be more frequent. But I wouldn't hold out too much hope. I'll try!

God bless,
Anna :)