Today has been one of those days where I swear the world is against me. Nothing about this day has been good. Tonight, my friends have all gone to see Boyce Avenue in Bristol, I didn't have money for a ticket and by the time I did there was no space in the car. This Friday is the Sixth Form Summer Party which I can't go to due to work. People keep asking what I'm wearing and it just gets so annoying when you keep having to tell people that no, you will not be there.
Next Wednesday is my best friend's birthday and she told me that she'd be having a party on the Saturday, so I was dead excited because I was going to make her an awesome birthday cake in the day and then take it over for her in the night. But now my other friend is working on the Saturday so she's switched it to the Friday....and I'm working that day. I could go over in the night but I finish at 10pm and I have work experience in the day too, meaning I'll be working 12 hours in total, then going to a party where everyone else will already be drunk and I'll just be knackered. I don't want to be annoying and tired when I get there so I'm not going. I'm actually really upset about it, but there we are, shit happens. She's asked me to go out to dinner on the Wednesday instead which I guess is okay.
And now I feel sick, my head hurts and I actually feel like crying, which is quite unusual for me seeing as I usually go in a rage. I hate wanting to cry because I feel stupid. My mother keeps telling me that there's no need to worry or get upset but I can't help it. I want to be there with my friend for her 17th birthday party and I can't. And it sucks.
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Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
A rather uneventful day, history and Welsh lessons and an Oxbridge talk. Not fun.
I've just completed an 18-page time line on International Relations between 1878-1918. My brain is numb and I'm not even finished. All this weekend is work work work work work ready for my exams next week. I want to cry. But, alas, I cannot as that would be sure to smudge some sort of work that I need to revise from.
Which leads me to the point that surely - as a seventeen-year-old girl being educated in one of the best schools in South Wales - I should have the intelligence to organise myself and prioritise my work? Surely, you'd think, at some point I'd realise that my future lies within the grades that I get next week and that I'd get myself into gear and do something about it? The answer's no. I much prefer to watch Family Guy and Britain Unzipped whilst eating ice-cream and browsing Facebook on my iPhone. Seeing what kinds of hairstyles suit me and painting my nails is far more appealing that learning subjunctive triggers for Spanish. What about short form future tenses for Welsh?, I hear you ask. God no. I'd much rather search Next.co.uk for that blouse that I found the other week and hope that they've put it into the sale.
So what I think I'm trying to say is that I lack motivation. I lack the self-control to stop myself from clicking on the Google Chrome button on the bottom of my desktop and absent-mindedly typing 'Facebook' into the search engine. I mean, who knows what I might miss?! Like the photos that my friend Shauna's just posted of us from three years ago, or that five of my friends have just checked into Showcase Cinema to see American Pie Reunion (thanks for the invite, guys). Surely that has some relation to The Congress of Berlin in 1878? Maybe I'm clutching at straws here...
Do any of you have the same procrastination problems? Any of you have any 'cures' as such? Please let me know, I don't really fancy doing resit exams next year!!
Ffion xxx
I've just completed an 18-page time line on International Relations between 1878-1918. My brain is numb and I'm not even finished. All this weekend is work work work work work ready for my exams next week. I want to cry. But, alas, I cannot as that would be sure to smudge some sort of work that I need to revise from.
Which leads me to the point that surely - as a seventeen-year-old girl being educated in one of the best schools in South Wales - I should have the intelligence to organise myself and prioritise my work? Surely, you'd think, at some point I'd realise that my future lies within the grades that I get next week and that I'd get myself into gear and do something about it? The answer's no. I much prefer to watch Family Guy and Britain Unzipped whilst eating ice-cream and browsing Facebook on my iPhone. Seeing what kinds of hairstyles suit me and painting my nails is far more appealing that learning subjunctive triggers for Spanish. What about short form future tenses for Welsh?, I hear you ask. God no. I'd much rather search Next.co.uk for that blouse that I found the other week and hope that they've put it into the sale.
So what I think I'm trying to say is that I lack motivation. I lack the self-control to stop myself from clicking on the Google Chrome button on the bottom of my desktop and absent-mindedly typing 'Facebook' into the search engine. I mean, who knows what I might miss?! Like the photos that my friend Shauna's just posted of us from three years ago, or that five of my friends have just checked into Showcase Cinema to see American Pie Reunion (thanks for the invite, guys). Surely that has some relation to The Congress of Berlin in 1878? Maybe I'm clutching at straws here...
Do any of you have the same procrastination problems? Any of you have any 'cures' as such? Please let me know, I don't really fancy doing resit exams next year!!
Ffion xxx
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