Frazzled, I am. Am I supposed to SELL MY SOUL to my CCA or something? Unless I'm just "unwilling to commit thyself to anything other than thyself". Maybe self-absorbed is my middle name. Or perhaps I'm allergic to responsibility. But really. I woke up at 8.30 after blissfully ignoring the insistent buzzing of my alarm clock and had to make a mad dash to school to be there by 9, trying to put on my shoes and eat an egg-tart in the car at the same time and getting beaned in the nose with my guitar. Then Troika, The Ash Grove and Fur Elise till 12 and a hectic ex-co meeting till almost 2. The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent on the guitar notice board I was to have dealt with 39021 weeks ago. (Number exaggeration is my favourite.) Then I turned to my computer to discuss and organise more upcoming CCA events online, straighten out ex-co meeting minutes and update the member list for the 4378th time (there I go again) and I'm still going at it...
Just realised I have once again overlooked the inconsequential matter of schoolwork that lay forgotten during common tests. Maaan. Actually, I am still pretty optimistic about that since it's a fun activity in comparision with studying. Despite the fact that most of the afternoon was left to ripping up guitar scores for a collage, getting gluey fingers and bad-tempered muttering under my breath. I am one irritable (and probably quite irritating) individual. *Pause for consideration as induced by the violent sound of brother conquering China Playstation-style* Yes, indeed, I'm inclined to believe that no matter how compassionate you try to be, you will hurt a person somehow - but that's an inscrutably LOUSY excuse. Now this is something I hope I have the courage to change...
.:ning:.
NB. The author wishes to point out that she does not intend to give the impression that she avoids responsibility. She just has little affinity for it.