Posting, merely out of obligation...

And the fact that not only am I tired, but there is homework in front of me. It's just dawned on me that I really am incapable of remaining silent for an extensive amount of time about homework; it's almost as if I love it (which, I might add is probably the biggest lie contrary to popular belief...)

That said, I think I might tackle the French tonight. Language homework makes me feel tres accomplished.

I've started back at school, and things are going well so far. Unfortunately, this is about the extent of anything that's happened to me. House Athletics was on Wednesday and despite being exceptionally proud of myself for weaseling my way out of overhead relay, this probably says a great deal about my fitness (or lack thereof). Aside from that, everything's going quite swimmingly... very excited about the weekend as any sane man would be... and as far as I know that's all I have to report on.

xo

Stress/Paranoia Onset.

Aside from being sick (and possibly having an infection... for the record NOT an STI), these holidays have been incredible; a fantastic time to just take a break from studying and just feel the flab, so to speak. I'm really going to miss not being on a break and given how much I've enjoyed it I'm actually considering a gap-year, though now that I think of it this has been mostly spurred on by the justification that university level homework is just as bad, if not worse than Year 12 homework. I go back to school on Tuesday, and every time I happen to think of it I feel completely stressed; just the thought of a sudden onset of homework and attempting to juggle without having time to completely relax is, as you can imagine, extremely off-putting. In addition to this, I've been sick for at least a month as a result of all the stress so you can imagine what it's doing to me. You might even go ahead to say "Bethany... harden the fuck up and stop stressing" but given how competitive I am it's like telling, say Thor, to hate maths. Completely unplausible concept. Woop-dee-fricken-doo.

On another note, I'm paranoid once again. Normally I'm too stressed to be paranoid, but this is an exception. At the moment I'm worried that I'm being too clingy, not giving people enough personal space and just being there without actually being there, if you know what I mean. This is especially applicable to new people I meet - I don't want to feel like I'm burdening their lives but at the same time I'm dead scared of losing them - just because they are incredibly marvellous and fantastic and have really topped off what has otherwise been a stressful year to date.

I'll leave it at that. If you have any words of wisdom, feel free to comment.

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Since I have something to write about...

not to mention the fact that I return to the clutches of hell (aka the famed pedagogical inferno that is school) in a mere total of three days, I thought I'd update this blog to appease the few who read it. I can't really say that these holidays have been the best, as there has been so much that I've wanted to do (run around the city on an eating spree and of course, NOT BE SICK) with both so little time and the fact that I've been so incredibly sick that I might well have an infection of sorts. A trip to the doctor's on Monday shall essentially help rectify why I've been coughing so much and losing my voice. Fingers crossed I don't have herpes... kidding.

Aside from attempting to get better, I had a rare treat last night. A friend of mine, renowned for a love of walri (something which I believe is wrong) and a dog with quite possibly the greatest personality known to man and beast, had his 18th birthday party. Although I couldn't stay for long (due to a mixture of curfews and said illness), I had a marvellous time dancing the night away to really old music and discussing geography... no seriously, this is what I enjoy. In addition to this, I got to meet a friend who I'd never actually met IRL, and I can say my expectations were met and exceeded.

There was also a couple of guys who though Nick and I were brother and sister. Whilst this is a little incestuous and off-putting, I'm not going to let it deter me in the long run.

Anyway, should probably leave it here.

xo

Alright, so I'm a bit of an asshole...

for not writing, that is. My reputation of being an asshole in other areas is disputable, let alone not worth our time at all. I could always blame my limited writing on VCE, music, external commitments and the like, but at the end of the day, all signs point to the fact that I am just an exceptionally lazy person. An exceptionally lazy person... who has a blog.

I'm not really sure what to write about given that such a great deal has happened (if by 'great deal', you mean MOUNTAINS of revs with not enough time to do it in) which probably isn't of any value to you. However, I will say that I am now on holidays, but only until next Tuesday. Whilst I am thankful to an unbelievable degree for the impact of Christianity on our society which thus enables us to celebrate Type 2 diabetes with chocolate overload, it would be nice if it went for a little longer.

In addition to going out, buying things, having my bankcard eaten by the ATM (gah!) and a bus driver yell at me for at least 5 minutes straight, I really have done very little. After all, Jesus wouldn't study over Easter Break, right?

xo