'Children Still Exist'

This evening has not been productive.

With the next delightful section of my exams around the corner, I said to myself a few months ago that I would revise in good time. It is now two months until these exams, and what have I done?

Yep, I’ve done knack all.

Instead, tonight consisted of pressing my nose against a computer screen, with a blank word document up (I had no intentions of doing work; I just like to think that I was trying). I need more motivation, can someone lend me some please!

Secondly, on tonight’s agenda was to catch up with TV (the inventor of Sky+ is my God), but that wasn’t completed either. In fact, what have I actually done instead?! It’s not like watching TV is challenging or effortful, I’m just a demotivated soul.

In light of this crappy evening, I am happy to say my UCAS has been sent off! It would have been sent off a couple of weeks ago, but seeing as I spelled Edinburgh wrong in my statement, the process was delayed (hmm, an aspiring journalist that can’t spell Edinburgh…).

To add to this cheeriness, I now know that I will be the proud new owner of an iPod as of Christmas. Maybe that was a mistake; I have no luck with expensive things, they always break. For example, my iPod touch now consists of about 4 dints in the back, a cracked screen all the way across it, a broken speaker, and the backlight no longer works. All this happened in the space of 18 months, how?! I am just a liability I guess. Don’t trust me with your things.

So in reflection, tonight has had its good and bad points. Although I did sod all regarding my school work, my universities are now notified of my existence and I am almost in the Christmas spirit.

Speaking of Christmas spirit, in 4 days’ time I will be opening up window number one in my advent calendar (nobody is too old for Christmas chocolate!). And then, the countdown begins. The excitement will probably build up so much that on some occasions, I may have to open two windows on my calendar in one day; I blame Jesus for being born so late in the month.

Although there is this Christmas excitement in my mind, there is also my Scrooginess coming out from time to time. Firstly, weather. I mean come on! I don’t think it’s been this bloody cold since the Ice Age, especially seeing as I have to bike to school every day in Antarctic conditions. I actually fell off my bike yesterday due to the bad weather. How embarrassing. My bike may be a crappy £30 quid job from Sports Direct, but it shouldn’t allow me to slip so easily on ice! Maybe I should put the bike away for the next couple of months, I feel unsafe riding at this time of year.

Secondly, I just hate kids. Hate isn’t even a strong enough word for them. In fact, you know what is worse than kids? Kids at Christmas. I don’t particularly appreciate 4ft over-excited creatures attempting to throw snow balls at me and telling me to get a haircut, not at all really.

Christmas would be nice if it was warmer and there were fewer kids, perhaps I should move to Australia and live in a hut with an electro-magnetic fence surrounding it, to stop the kids disturbing my peace.

Rant over.

Actually, I could compare tonight’s shenanigans with Christmas; there are up’s, and there are some down’s too.

Tonight –Unproductive but feeling good.

Christmas – advent chocolate, but children still exist.