So I haven’t posted in a while, mainly because there hasn’t been anything to post about.
Hardly anything remotely exciting tends to happen to me but I realise I haven’t posted in a while so Im attempting to now.
Although my blog readership isn’t exactly spilling over but I guess I should humour myself anyway into thinking there might be someone who’s actually interested in reading my waffle. Right now I’m piling up on books, lots of books, so many books that I’m not sure where to start, I’ve taken out the Sherlock Holmes series from the library, a bunch of classics from a charity shop, and then one brand new, totally awesome book (the book thief by Marcus Zusak) that’ll be added to my highly esteemed collection. Not to mention my compulsory summer reading list of ‘much ado about nothing’ and ‘the importance of being earnest’ I’m not exactly a fan of Shakespeare primarily because I just can’t read books that have this emphasis on tragedy and romance, but I don’t mind looking into the classics on a take of “traditional” literature. And as this quote says…
Enough of my ravings on books I have yet to read and now the honest truth of me being so lazy it’s shameful, although bit completely so as I have been working on this scrapbook for a bit which I will post as soon as it’s done, and this painting which I promise to post when that is also finished. Recently I’ve been working on this other scrapbook for school on 19th century France and England, which has been distracting. I’m trying to work on my photography but there’s not much I can take photos of apart from what’s in my room since I tend to spend a lot of time in there. My counsellor/psychiatrist seemed slightly ‘worried’ when she found out about the amount of time I spend in my room, but I don’t really think it’s something that should be found worrying, I like my room, I like the things in my room and I like that it is my room, and I don’t think it’s weird to spend a majority of my time in my room because being a teenager I’m sure I’m not the only one who does, but then I guess when I start to think of things like that then I also think of how someone should know when to stop using the excuse of being a teenager for everything that seems just the tad bit out of the norm. I haven’t seen my psychiatrist in a while, just because appointments never get around to being made, and I don’t think I really need to either, one thing she asks me to do at every meeting is to rate my mood out of ten, and though it seems like an easy question it’s actually quite difficult to do believe it or not. But I’ve learned a lot about myself through meetings and my own solitary confinement, that I’m not exactly a people person, it’s not that I’m not polite or that I’m too shy or whatever, it’s just that I’m not someone who moulds well with others, and I’m okay with that, I guess it’s just nice to think that maybe one day it won’t be seen as weird to be alone, but then again there seems to be a derogatory term for everything now.
Any who, I have been trying to motivate myself on working on my story although it hasn’t be going so well, then again I do still have time though not much. I now realise my post is very long so I’m going to leave it there, I doubt anyone will read this to the end, but thank you for taking a quick look at the title if nothing.