Oh my word.
Undoubtedly, it was an unhealthy mixture of spontaneity and boredom that led to the fabrication of what I suppose will become - or potentially ditched in a few moments - a blog of sorts. It is during situations such as these that I often find myself extremely awesome, only to regret the impetuosity of my actions later (I am expecting this about ten minutes after I complete my entry).
To the dear soul reading this (hi mum), cheers. Also, I really don't know what the hell I am doing, but however you managed to find my blog and eventually read whatever is strewn throughout the site, bless you for taking the time to do so and perhaps, I may have actually stuck to something for once in my life (school doesn't count, k?)
Speaking of which, school is over and in two days, a number will appear in the form of a text message, emblematic of the privation I endured as a result of my unfailing ability to procrastinate until the due date of every damn assignment, essay or folio.
I'm kinda gifted.
I understand that this number will not gauge my worth, nor determine the potential fabulousness of my future, but from here on out, I'm on my own; the boundaries of school will not dictate or decide the paths I can choose, but I am determined that if I approach the years ahead of me with spontaneity and passion, perhaps the burgeoning seeds within my soul will blossom into some flower of phenomenal tremendessness (wow, that got cheesy), and maybe this cloudy mindset of worry and self-doubt will merely become a memory of the past.
Ok - just allow me to acknowledge that the previous sentence was equal parts metaphorical and freakin' amazing. Go me.
If you're still reading this, again, thank you. I hope that you continue reading whatever else is to follow because I'm actually a little bit excited about starting this!
Bless your little heart
