Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Even as I'm writing this, I know I ought to be doing some English work. If there is one thing I have down to an almost flawless art it's procrastination. I'm not even sure why i do it. I know that in the long run, it is so much better to just get all your work out of the way and then you have plenty of time to do whatever it is you feel like doing. Ah well. After I have finished writing this, I'm going to be doing an exercise video (-Insert curse words here-) and then I'm going to get started on that dratted work.
For some peculiar reason, a few friends and I have been starting to plan my 18th birthday party. I've decided to go paintballing, mainly because I enjoy shooting people with paint pellets and generally running through a woodland wearing a strange helmet. What can I say? I'm an outdoor person whenever I get chance to be. The reason I find it so amusing is that my birthday isn't for another 4/5 months yet. Apparantly everything has to be perfect.
I made the fatal mistake of showing my 'book' to my personal tutor today. I expected her to read the blurb...she ended up reading six chapters and she wants me to take it back next week so she can read some more. I know that most of the chapters end on slight cliffhangers, but I didn't really expect it to have that sort of response from two different people. I'm not complaining of course.
I'm thinking of opening another blog on this account, just for things such as my poetry and my photographs. I guess we'll have to see. If I get behind or bored of it I could always shut it down. I already have my poems saved on my computer in any case, as well as a hard copy for most of them in my desk-draw.
I'll stop there. I've not got an awful lot more to say, and I'm going to start feeling guilty if I don't go down and go through that video soon.
