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No lectures or anything today, so I basically wasted many hours of my young life on the internet. I probably should have been writing. Instead, I sat there thinking about how I should have been writing. Redundancy department of redundancy department.

Anyway, because of my lack of a life today I don't have any fascinating life updates. YET~. I can tell you that APA formatting is boring as shit and I wanted to throw my textbook out the window. Except it has like security mesh on it, so the dreadful tome would have just rebounded back into my face, thus adding insult to injury. I also have to start my personal development plan. I hate writing about myself in that way, I feel like a dumbass, which I think is the point.

Last night I relived a particular saga of primary school hilarity/wtf to Jo, and also Claire to some extent because I like to think my storytelling puts a unique spin on things. Most of the time, I hated primary school. As soon as I got into high school (which was especially in that first year 10x worse) I was like omg send me back goddamn it. Most things are like that - in summer, you're like gtfo, I want to wear jackets. In winter, when you can no longer feel your nose, you want to go to the beach without getting hypothermia. When you  have to do the Christmas shopping two weeks beforehand you think everything sucks, but when Boxing Day comes around you're totally bummed.

However I can't really say the same about uni-high school. I only really came into my own in high school just when I was about to leave it. Most of the time I failed to, you know, show up. It was just a bad time period, but mostly because of my personal life, not so much because teachers were throwing people on the iron maiden or something. (Disclaimer: nobody was thrown on the iron maiden). That being said, would I relive it? Hell no, thanks to maths class most of my teenage years were spent in a sort of waking coma.

I like uni much better partly because of the independence, because most of the time now I can do what I want. Within reason, of course, though I have no idea if my degree of reason matches up to that of other people. And the subjects are all things I'm genuinely interested in; though I miss English class, not gonna lie.

I have been asked why I didn't do something like creative writing at uni. In truth, I never entertained the idea. I love writing. I have two drafts open right now. Even when I have writer's block (which in one bad case lasted almost a year), I do character profiles and things like that. Not that I ever use them. But there aren't many careers when you get something like a creative writing-major arts degree. After the mess of my high school years, I sort of have this thing for stability. I'm going to be a psychologist (though I considered teaching, nursing, journalism and the dole) but that doesn't mean I can't be a writer as well.

This is really long.

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