My room is in the cleanest state it has ever been in for years. There are about 10 items in total which do not have a place. ONLY TEN.
I am proud.
I purchased a new shelf in order to celebrate my new found organisation. And a new chair, and lamp for my desk. Ikea must've been very happy.
Along with all this cleanliness seems to have come more organisational skills. I'm making timetables. In the holidays. Timetables for homework. What is happening to my life? Since when was I organised? Although given that I'm only half following these timetables, you can see that I haven't been totally changed yet.
I think that was one of my new year's resolutions. To be more organised, study harder, longer, you get it. Harder, better, faster, stronger. I wrote all this down. To be a better student, sister, friend. I guess I want to change the annoyingness of myself, but the problem is that I have no idea how I'm annoying.
It just occurred to me that I'm probably talking to myself.
WHY AM I BLOGGING?
Now I've gone on a complete tangent.
Seeing as no one ever reads this, I'll announce that I've been writing again. But this story feels right. It only feels like it's being half-forced out of me, instead of me attempting to write something and it just no co-opporating. For some reason I find it easier to write short stories. I have more control over the language for some reason. But I shall endeavour to write this novel through to completion.
The main word being endeavour.