Isnt it strange how stressed you can get when there's something in your day you are really dreading. It seems to engulf you, but when it is over you can forget it almost instantly.
Driving lessons spring to mind, I used to hate them. I used to get really nervous, sweaty palms the works but as soon as I passed my test I didn't even give them a second thought. It was almost like I had built up an irrational fear of something which really wasn't bad at all, its strange how you do that.
I do the same with speaking aloud in class, I hate it, but I'm not really sure why there's no logical explanation, everyone has to do it, we're all in the same boat, it makes me really frustrated.
So in that moment when all I can think about is the impending doom of a totally normal situation, I'll remember that once this is over it'll be like it never happened. The sickly feeling and the sweaty palms will all be a distant memory.
Peace Out.
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Monday, 23 February 2009
Monday, Bloody Monday!
Lets eradicate Mondays!
They serve little purpose and are hands down the most depression day of the week.
Typically, the beginning of something signifies hope and happiness, all good intentions but not when it comes to the beginning of another week. Mondays are entirely the opposite. Fridays are happy days as they usher in the weekend, even Wednesdays have a slight warm glow about them, a knowing smile signifying we are now nearer the next weekend than the last.
So what do Mondays embody? The list of things to do, that impending assignment, the deadline for coursework or the end of a fantastic weekend . I live through Mondays in some what of a daze, I don't function particularly well, just lend my presence to the days events without fully committing.
I think my favourite day has to be a Friday, it always has been, everyone seems jolly. My Nan used to give me my sweet allowance on a Friday, 50p and no more school. Instead, I have to work now but I still get the sense everyone is looking forward to a couple of days of piece and rest bite.
So its Monday today, but it soon wont be. So I suggest to try and do something different with your day. I'm going to the theatre in Northampton tonight, my cousins starring in Brief Encounter at the Royal, he's an actor don't you know, free student tickets, cant be bad.
Peace Out.
They serve little purpose and are hands down the most depression day of the week.
Typically, the beginning of something signifies hope and happiness, all good intentions but not when it comes to the beginning of another week. Mondays are entirely the opposite. Fridays are happy days as they usher in the weekend, even Wednesdays have a slight warm glow about them, a knowing smile signifying we are now nearer the next weekend than the last.
So what do Mondays embody? The list of things to do, that impending assignment, the deadline for coursework or the end of a fantastic weekend . I live through Mondays in some what of a daze, I don't function particularly well, just lend my presence to the days events without fully committing.
I think my favourite day has to be a Friday, it always has been, everyone seems jolly. My Nan used to give me my sweet allowance on a Friday, 50p and no more school. Instead, I have to work now but I still get the sense everyone is looking forward to a couple of days of piece and rest bite.
So its Monday today, but it soon wont be. So I suggest to try and do something different with your day. I'm going to the theatre in Northampton tonight, my cousins starring in Brief Encounter at the Royal, he's an actor don't you know, free student tickets, cant be bad.
Peace Out.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
In The Beginning
My blogging life begins here, I'm truly entering the unknown. I haven't a clue what direction my blog will take or what I will use it for but here it is, I've created an online world, I've made the first step.
Besides email this is my only direct link to the world wide web. I don't have a facebook, myspace or any of that business, actually I tell a lie, yesterday I created a twitter account so I'm truly up to date and available for exploration and judgement across two, that's two mediums.
I feel as I'm writing, my blog may become a venting tool, the front line of my life on the Internet. I wonder does your social life suffer through this? I'm told not. If anything it will broaden my friendship group and lead to wonderful experiences. Will I be constantly attached to my keyboard in a need to broadcast, exactly what I'm doing to the world at the precise moment I'm doing it and therefore destroy my love? Who knows.
Will people be bothered about my interests or opinions? I'm a virgin blogger on the edge, whats next? I shall find out. Join me on my quest, the same quest started by so many new bloggers across the world each day, the quest to tell everyone, this is my life!
I'm off to find an over sized, black, "I'm blogging this" t-shirt.
Peace Out
Besides email this is my only direct link to the world wide web. I don't have a facebook, myspace or any of that business, actually I tell a lie, yesterday I created a twitter account so I'm truly up to date and available for exploration and judgement across two, that's two mediums.
I feel as I'm writing, my blog may become a venting tool, the front line of my life on the Internet. I wonder does your social life suffer through this? I'm told not. If anything it will broaden my friendship group and lead to wonderful experiences. Will I be constantly attached to my keyboard in a need to broadcast, exactly what I'm doing to the world at the precise moment I'm doing it and therefore destroy my love? Who knows.
Will people be bothered about my interests or opinions? I'm a virgin blogger on the edge, whats next? I shall find out. Join me on my quest, the same quest started by so many new bloggers across the world each day, the quest to tell everyone, this is my life!
I'm off to find an over sized, black, "I'm blogging this" t-shirt.
Peace Out
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