Why is it so hard?
I've done everything this week end, except uni work.
I've bought a pair of shoes, a pair of jeans.
I've gone to work.
I've gone jogging and watered the garden and did some weeding.
I gotten a hair cut (shorter) and dyed my hair (orangey red).
I spent time chatting to my brother, listening to him with envy about the daily rigours of primary school life.
I've decided to go to Canada at the end of the year to visit my aunt.
I even tidied my room, for god's sake.
This thing due tomorrow, all I've done is the title page. High school essays were never this bad, in fact, I used to plan them out in my head in moments of boredom [on the toilet seat is a particularly good moment - did you want to know that ? =P ]
I'm quite happy though. Happy-go-luckiness is fine with me. As a childhood friend was quoted as having said recently, My future is ablaze with glory! and what makes me extra happy is thinking that this applies to everyone I know and love, all of us.