It's hard to keep the simple things of life going when you've got so much going on around you.
I haven't found the time to sit down in the middle of the day and read a book for god knows how long.
At least, I can't remember doing it. Maybe that is a result of my terrible memory.
Mind you, this is a result of being on the phone for a couple of hours a day, going places and inviting people around near enough every weekend, plus being at school, doing homework and revision, and going to my drama class.
I complain about the subjects I do. I shouldn't. I actually am in love with them.
I love learning about society, and I love that I'm able to pick and choose what I'm able to learn. I love that I'm not doing any sciences, I love that I don't have a shedload of homework, I love that I can be on the phone and the computer for four hours a night. I love that I'm fulfilling my interests.
I've just become one of those people who are too expectant.
As I said in a previous blog of mine, on another site- "Around me people can't wait to start uni, start driving, move out, get jobs, earn money... and then, following on logically, grow old and die.
Of course, the last two aren't mentioned."
I am one of those people.
I am one of the biggest hypocrites I know.
Before any of that happens, before the future pounces on me, I've got to pass these exams, and I've got to figure out a way not to procrastinate, not to take up time needlessly.
The biggest cause of this I can definitely say is having my own laptop.
It ruins lives.
And creates them.
I resolve to be on the laptop no more than three hours a day during exam break.
That's starting on Monday, the 24th of May, 2010, until the end of Friday, the 4th of June, 2010.
There we are.
A resolution with definite boundaries.
Break a leg Brittany.
No, that's for performing.
No that's not quite right either. I am putting on an act in a way, an act of putting off procrastinating, which is something I'm going to return to.
Procrastinating procrastinating. Putting off putting off. There's a poetic feel in that.
It may be a long, two week act, which no-one is willing to see.
But it's an act.
So; Good leg, Brittany. Break luck.
Thanks for reading.