It’s Sunday the 14th of September, 2008. It’s 4:50 PM, and I’ve yet to really study that much for my exams which began tomorrow (Monday) and go until next Wednesday. Yesterday, Dad arrived back home after being away for nearly five months, and so I spent some time with him and my family, watched some movies (The Chronicles of Riddick, Death at a Funeral, and Munich) and then I wasted the rest of Saturday doing random, un-productive things whilst I should have been studying.
Now it’s 4:50 (actually 4:53 now…) and I’m about to start “studying”. Basically, this means I’m gonna read over some notes, and try to remember some lyrics for my prescribed texts, and my related texts. I think I’ll just use Green Street Hooligans as my related text, like I did in my half-yearly’s.
I worked earlier today (10 AM - 3 PM), so the first half of my day was a complete waste. I spent most of that time day dreaming about stupid things…Haha. I’d like to write a book. I want to. I have ideas - lots of them. Some of them are pretty good, or atleast they sound pretty good in my mind. But whenever I go to start, I can never motivate myself, and when I do, I’m never happy with what I’ve written and I delete it all and start again. But then I give up, so it always goes no where.
Anyway, now I begin to study…wish me luck.
