Essays and project logs. Prime examples of things that just do not get done unless you have one of those quirky, industrious days… It’s driving me up the wall, to be honest, to write about etymology when I know my teacher doesn’t care in the slightest what I write. I can’t bring myself to be motivated enough to do it when I know that I’ll get no ( Read more... )

If someone were to ask me how it happened, I wouldn’t know what to tell them. It just sort of did.

( Thus, the story begins... (Be warned before clicking - image-heavy!) )

Why, why, why must football have such an impact on my mood? I’ve been such a downer all day it’s bordering on being ridiculous, and I have to say I don’t much like myself when everything is this black. I’ve laughed meanly at the failure of a skier I dislike, I’ve sworn at Pierce Brosnan for being a terrible James Bond*, and I still haven’t managed ( Read more... )