A Rant

What should I write today? By rights, I shouldn’t even be writing. I have an exam tomorrow and I should be studying, but oh well, procrastination is my specialty. I’ve been lurking around the forums this evening, trying to guage people’s characters. I’ve given up waiting for a reply from my friend’s enemy, the one

A Random Post

Well, it’s the last day of lectures and I have a test this afternoon. I truly don’t have anything inspiring to write; I just want to type something, and see words appearing on a screen. Weird, huh? Maybe that’s part of being a writer. I just love the look of words as they appear on

Of Ditzy Days and Student Life

I can’t say today was my best day. It started out pretty well, with handing in my second-to-last essay, a history lecture, and then shopping. I bought myself a proper Moleskine notebook, and Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl DVD. And then I got lost on the bus route, waited at some strange

To believe in the supernatural

So, erm, *cough cough* I should be working, but I’m not. I’m just playing around on the computer, feeling the need to type, but having nothing specific to type. I did write over one thousand words this morning for my latest chapter of Chance Encounter: Return to Middle Earth, so that’s pretty good. I couldn’t

All under control…or so I thought

You know those days when you wake up, and you think you know exactly what you’re going to do with your day, and everything that’s going to happen, and it doesn’t end up that way? Well, that was my day. I’d planned to study those subjects for which I’d missed classes, and maybe read a bit. At first it

Of boring lecturers and Islamic kings of England

Once again, I have to go to class in forty minutes, but I really have no desire to do that. I spent the hour of linguistics lecture taking notes for my other history essay. History lectures are still my favourite. I think the enthusiasm of the lecturer about the subject really does do something for

Right now…

That’s a really dumb title, but I can’t think of anything for the time being. Right now, I’ve just finished one history lecture, and am waiting for the lecturer to put the notes up on the internet so I can download them and print them. The internet is a blessing and a curse. It’s a

The First Crusade (my take)

Just then, I’ve had a history tutorial. Actually, make that two. The first one was on the First Crusade. I might not like the idea, but I’m fascinated by the Crusades, thanks to Kingdom of Heaven. We were discussing why Pope Urban II declared the First Crusade. My take on it was that he did

Truths, Lies, and the Human Condition

It’s cold today. The sky is grey and dreary. I went to choir practise at church this morning, and then waited outside for my dad to pick me up. The icy wind was like the rush of an ethereal cavalry. It tore at my clothes. I stood still in the cold, wrapping my arms around

The Key to My Imagination

I have not written anything at all today, mainly because I slept in. Everything seems to be closing in around me. I have two essays to write, a test on Monday, so many history books that I need to read. I need to learn the first three Crusades, and all the evidence I’ve found about

Normality is expensive…

Today is the first time I’ve acted like a normal adolescent for ages. No, it’s true. I went shopping alone right after class because I had four hours until the next one. Took the bus to the mall, and went straight to Borders to get my long-desired moleskine. However, the style I wanted (normal lined

Practicality vs. Imagination

Ah, it is a bad start to a new term. I fell asleep in Linguistics for the second day in a row. Okay, I know I can catch up with the work by just reading the text book, so why do I even bother turning up to class? Still, maybe I should make it a rule

Smoothly? Perhaps…if I’m lucky

The first day of term/semester is always smooth, because after a long rest, I have finally saved up enough motivation to do what I’m supposed to do (i.e. apply myself to my studies) for at least three days. Afterwards, who knows. Then again, this morning, I stuck to my ‘rise early for writing’ regime, and