Friday, September 19, 2008
Is it really bad that I've not packed a scrap to take to Uni yet? I'm meant to be moving into my house more or less first thing Monday morning, and the attic looks as though someone's turned a fan on across a pile of paper. For some reason the Uni won't let me sign up online yet...which means I'll have to contact them with regards to when my student loan is going to get paid to them. There was a problem with my loan last year if I remember correctly...and to be perfectly honest, I don't need that sort of hassle at the start of my second year. Things are going to be hectic enough as it is. I don't even know if the house I'm moving into will have the Internet. Fun.
I decided today that I'm a pretty nice person, all in all. I mean, tomorrow for example I'm spending at least five hours doing some charity work. Then in the evening instead of going out on possibly the first official 'get to know you better' date with Rich, I've said I'd babysit for my auntie and uncle, since auntie has been a little stressed this week what with having to look after father-dear and everything else. In between those, I'll have to do a load of washing, ironing and all the other little bits and bobs I need to get sorted before my grandparents get back on Sunday. I learned my lesson when they went to New Zealand and came back to a bit of a mess. (Not nice for them, and although I'm a tidier person by nature now, my standard still isn't as high as nana's is).
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I've realised that my writing is rather sub par. I sat down and had a proper look at a few of my works this evening...and to be honest I was rather appalled with it. Embarrassed, almost. I can't seem to grasp one sort of writing style and stick with it. Both in my poetry and things such as book reviews. Don't get me wrong, not everything I write deserves to line bird cages, but at least 2/3 if not 3/4 of it is. I have never deluded myself though. Yes, being a writer would be amazing. Actually having just one novel to my name would be wonderful...but it's not going to happen, unfortunately. I think I could be a decent writer if I actually took the time out to try and improve myself...but it's like everything else, I never seem to have the time or be in the right frame of mind when I need to be. I just /need/ to finish Uni and rein in a few of my hobbies, I think. I've no idea what or how yet...but I'd like to think that one day I'm going to be great at something, instead of being the JoaT I've been for all my life.Labels: Internet, Moving, University, Year 2
