You're something beautiful; a contradiction.

I may or may not have just left this until the last minute. I may also have a Psychology mock in the morning, and the aformentioned Biology essay (that I didn't do this morning after all) is in tomorrow, too.

I watched a film yesterday called Awakenings. Some of the people in it were living in catatonic states and had been for the majority of their lives - 20 years plus - when a doctor finds a drug that brings them back to consciousness and reality. One of the ex-catatonic guys keeps saying how nobody appreciates the little things; that we take so, so much for granted. He's right. It's hard to really appreciate certain things if you've never experienced it being taken away from you, I guess, but I try to make a conscious effort with my health in particular to appreciate my good fortune. The fact that I woke up this morning feeling okay is something I should be grateful for. I have no major health issues and I can walk and see and interact with people. I think it's something everybody needs to pay a little more attention to. You don't notice good health until it's gone, but when it is, boy, will you notice it.

I need to start job-hunting. I figure if I write that here, I may feel more of a responsibility to actually make an effort - reporting back with 'I couldn't be bothered after all' is not something I wish to do. I have absolutely no idea how to write a CV, and most places ask for people with experience, but I'm willing to give it a go.

I talk to my senior tutor about what my options are tomorrow. With only 2 A-levels, I can't get into any of the universities that I want. I'm hoping that she'll perform one of her sorting-things-out-for-me miracles and helps me out of this sticky spot I've landed myself in. If not, I don't know what I'll do with myself; probably have a quarter life-crisis.

I think I'm going to go get an early night and revise in the morning for that test. Sorry for slacking and producing boring blog posts. I'll work on it.

Good night.


Sexy: Geeks.
Unsexy: The way that the guys of Kidderminster insist on walking around topless at the first sign of sun.


Days 'til my birthday: 21.