So, Why?
Why is it that I so frequently choose to beat myself up over the deserving, underserving and no man’s land of my actions? Why do I not let myself taste the sweet smell of success, even for a minute of a good grade, a good suggestion or whatever else it may be. Generally, such success needs to be met with chastision and abuse: why thankyou, the work may be good but it could be better, n’est pas? I got the results from last week’s grammar test back today: 67,5%. Not bad, as my teacher said, a lot better than last year’s buuuut in a moment of indecision I changed some of my answers and they were right before; not changing would have meant a First. A

Here I stand
Splitter, Splatter the rain hits my brolly as I walk through the dodgy area of town. The wind shrieks through my hair faster than the thoughts can formulate. Today is a bad day. The cold, the wet, the endless hours in bed. I could sleep forever, then more. Don’t want to do something? That’s fine- let’s go to sleep. Sleep through the night and through the day. Drag myself out for food and maybe a chat. Spend lots of money on indeterminable crap. I’m tired, I’m lazy, life’s worn me out. I hop on a bus to go browse some charity shops; a past time killed by location: city centre Birmingham isn’t very charity shop friendly. I browse, I buy,

An Interesting Article
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/markeaston/2009/11/struggling_with_personality_di.html

Sillyness
I am really silly, or rather that’s the only word I can use whilst being in the public domain. It’s 2.30 pm, and at this point, I should have been to a People & Planet meeting, a training session AND I should be in a lecture, in which we are doing presentations which count towards our final module mark. And guess what? I just woke up. This is the second time this week I’ve missed an afternoon lecture because I’ve been asleep. SECOND. I’ve attended all the morning ones, just the afternoon ones seem to be causing problems. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I woke up, had breakfast, then ventured back under my duvet for some extra

Today
So, we went to the hospital. My mum decided to answer all the questions, instead of letting me do so. I forgot about that cause of antibiotics over a year ago, see, and how ill I was last year and 3 years ago. She said she wasn’t going to come in with me for all of it, so I was like yayy, but then she did come in, so a quick whisper at the end it was. They’ve given me three of these slips: 3 viales a week for the next three weeks (after this one). I hope I will have some blood left, and that I won’t go di