Three hopeless romantics

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Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself?


I decided to take a brake from the Wilde quotes and take the title from a rather different yet, in my eyes, nonetheless brilliant lyricist. The quote is from the Neil Young song "Tell me why?", which in itself would also make quite an apt title given this post's subject.
For years now, I've been telling myself that "I am going to do certain things and achieve certain goals in this specific period of time", all the while convincing myself that what I'm saying is true as I apparently believe on some level that I have the kind of self-will and work ethic that will allow me to do so. The truth of the matter is that in actuality I do not, and I've known this for quite some time, and yet every time I want to achieve something I convince myself that it will be different from the last time. I tell myself that, in spite of the past, this time I will succeed, but I very rarely do. Evidently, I find it hard to keep promises that I make to myself.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Exam season


Blog activity postponed until half-term due to ridiculous amounts of revision... argh...

Sunday, 18 April 2010

Work is the refuge of people who have nothing better to do


Haha, I do love my Wilde quotes!

I find myself in an unconventional and sort of uncomfortable situation, and its due both to my laziness and the ever so uncanny timing of mother nature to throw a hissy fit. You see, I live on a small island isolated from normal civilisation (I'll post some pictures of this in future) and the only method of transport available for me to get to mainland Britain - where myself, M and C attend boarding school - is by plane. And even though the tiny sixteen seater's that would normally carry me on this voyage fly well bellow the level at which the volcanic ash (from an eruption in Iceland for those who haven't heard) initially lingered, we residents of this forsaken isle were unable to depart as all the airports in Britain were closed for business.