Motivation, and my lack thereof

I love that word. ‘Thereof.’ It just sounds amazing.
Anyway. Motivation.
I really need a motivator. My exams start in three weeks, and I have no desire to revise.
I need one of those people who follow me around and shout at me to do things. That would be extremely helpful. You can probably hire people to do that…
I really should be revising, as I have nine exams, including four resits but NOT including my Chemistry EMPA, or practical exam.
Nine is a lot.
Nine A level exams.
Oh dear god…

I dislike writing on my iPad.
I have become too accustomed to the spellchecker on this. I was writing with a real pen today, spelt something wrong and was confused that I couldn’t delete it or have another option.
I AM TERRIBLE AT STAYING ON TOPIC, and for that I wholeheartedly apologise. I feel like doing Chemistry now, so I’d better do it before that feeling goes.

 

‘My terrible taste in music’, or ‘Some songs I really like and would recommend’

I prefer the second title.

Anyway, whenever someone I know finds out what I like to listen to, they judge me terribly. Or try to disown me.     It depends on how much they know me, to be honest.

One of my favourite artists is Eminem. If you look at me, face to face, I really don’t seem like the type of person who listens to angry rap about murder, and other such odd subjects. I’m quite shy, and a little bit strange. I HAVE A BLOG. TYPICAL EMINEM FANS DO NOT BLOG.

I just love his music. The anger that he shows seems to trivialise my problems, and just generally cheer me up. I really started listening to it when my parents split up, and I found an old Marshal Mathers LP in the cupboard. I remembered these songs from when I was young (the clean versions obviously) and started to get into his music.

Recently, I have become slightly obsessed with Queen. I went to stage school, and so have been brainwashed into constantly singing and/or dancing. For the past week, I’ve had ‘Fat Bottomed Girls‘ stuck in my head, and have infected several people.

Last summer, my friend and I (proper grammar there) went down to London. It was a strange journey. We went to see We Will Rock You, and, due to lack of sleep, I became convinced that I had been ‘Inceptioned’ and it was all just a dream. And now I can’t remember the first half of the show. Which is disappointing as the tickets were rather expensive.

There is more I want to talk about, but I’m tired and also lazy.

I might turn this into a two-part thing.

Yes. I will.

To be continued…(maybe)…

 

 

Blogging, and punctuality

These two subjects are almost completely unrelated. but never mind.

In the true spirit of oddity, I will start with the second subject mentioned in the title. Punctuality. Something I am terrible at. It has got so bad, that my friend and I discussed telling each other to meet half an hour before we actually want to meet.

THIS IS VERY BAD, especially when you are 17 and can’t get anywhere on time. I don’t even know how I manage it. It is getting ridiculous. I truly believe that I need help.

I’m not really sure of the relevance of that, but smeh, anyway, on with the blogging!

I find it difficult to keep to a schedule of when to post, so it normally ends up being totally random. I apologise. I also need to start planning things, instead of improvising. Off topic AGAIN. SORRY.

What I actually wanted to say, is that I don’t know how people do it.

How they manage to blog every day, or every week, or whenever they have time.

Because I am so bad at life, I genuinely can’t keep to an actual schedule for anything.

I struggle enough at college trying to remember what day it is. I AM DOOMED.

So… this had no point at all, and just turned into a giant bunch of ramble. SORRY. I will try to put something meaningful, or more on an actual topic, sometime in the future.

I’ll set a reminder, or write it on my face or something. I will try REALLY hard not to forget (and that’ll work) SHUT UP BRACKETED TEXT YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY LIFE

Maybe I should try to sleep now.