It's the final weekend before Term Two commences, and I really am not looking forward to 12 weeks of high-impact learning and study in preparation for les mid years. Not to mention the fact that House Cross Country - clearly my least favourite event of the year - has been scheduled for Friday. No excuse, regardless of its sheer validity, will ever be able to persuade the P.E teachers to not have me participate. Gahh.
Retrospectively, these holidays have been really really really good. Normally, on the whole, the term 'holiday' could be loosely defined as an event which I sat around on my gluteus maximus feeling my flab expand, but this was an exception. I actually got off my ass and partook in various activities. I saw people, went shopping, and somehow motivated myself to do additional homework in a desperate attempt to seem like I was going to do well in the aforementioned exams. Sure, I still have the music review and at least 45 minutes of VCE Bass practise to do, but hell, I'm just pleased that I finished that chapter review before I died. It took me so long to do that I actually felt myself age in the process, no kidding there mate.
After pondering for a good 30 seconds for as to what to write next, I thought it might be good if I set myself some goals for the term ahead. It then occurred to me that I'd probably be setting myself the same goals that I normally set myself (and seldom achieve, to be frank) in addition to a few others that are totally irrelevant to the concept of living, or aren't legitimate due to a lack of time and/or energy. Sure, I'd love to become a master chef in my spare time; in fact, I've got an awesome recipe in mind for a citrus tart after consuming one that can be only described as the archetype of shit cooking. But then it's a matter of time - and also money. I need a job, but feel less than motivated to get one.
Anyway, for the meantime, I think I'll just relish the remaning days of the holidays and do my best to work around this recipe idea I have. I'll keep you updated and such, whether you care or not.
Bethany
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