Getting back on the horse
Derek Zoolander may have declined to get back on the horse on account of not being a gymnast, but In an attempt not to be quite as dimwitted, I’m going to attempt to get back on it… Legolas style.
November went, december – including deadlines and christmas – came and went. January is here. I managed to miss my essay deadline, but finished within a week after, so I MIGHT be able to put an appeal into effect that will give me my full grade. I’m also going to a counsellor at uni to help me get over some of my self-esteem issues and my debilitating fear of essays. I seem to talk a lot of shit, and I’m not sure where I’m going with it, but we’ll see.
Okay, so that’s all a little shitty, but what does that have to do with all these equine metaphores? (Okay, there’s only one that I kept using, and I just wanted to use “equine” in a sentence)
Well, I spent all of today not doing anything. I made some coffee, I played World of Warcraft, and I faffed about online. Oh, I also failed to make whipped cream (You suck, UK. Your “whipping” cream sucks) and I cleaned the floors. WHAT A DAY!!!
I should have been writing. I should have been preparing for the next week. To avoid digging myself into a pit and drowning myself in self-loathing and regret, I’ll stop talking about all i didn’t do and say that I will from now on DO things! And write! And I’ll even try to keep it up, too!