my conscience has been nagging me to blog again.
So here I am. I'm not entirely sure why my conscience consists of annoying squinty eyes and pokey fingers, but they remind me to not be an arse and function properly.
As every student knows, when exams come around, suddenly there seem to be a trillion more interesting things in world besides studying. Suddenly that skateboard collecting dust in the storeroom seems like an unused opportunity. Inspiration for a millions paintings strike. You are seized with a sudden and fierce motivation to conquer the mess that is your room and you are entranced by all the possibilities of your life.
During my Maths paper I was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration to improve this blog and all the things I could write and draw about.
And now I haven't the foggiest idea of what to type.
So, instead, here is a picture of my cat (insert mildly disturbing cooing fawning parent noises here) from 2 years ago.
As every student knows, when exams come around, suddenly there seem to be a trillion more interesting things in world besides studying. Suddenly that skateboard collecting dust in the storeroom seems like an unused opportunity. Inspiration for a millions paintings strike. You are seized with a sudden and fierce motivation to conquer the mess that is your room and you are entranced by all the possibilities of your life.
During my Maths paper I was struck by a sudden flash of inspiration to improve this blog and all the things I could write and draw about.
And now I haven't the foggiest idea of what to type.
So, instead, here is a picture of my cat (insert mildly disturbing cooing fawning parent noises here) from 2 years ago.
So my conscience can stop pointing fingers now, and maybe, this time I'll stick around to blog more.