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It’s amazing how quickly you forget things. I only finished learning French at the end of May and yet I’ve immediately forgotten nearly everything that I’d learnt. I’d been taught the language since I started secondary school — so I was 11 — and finished learning when I was 16. That’s five years of learning seemingly gone. All I have for it is a little piece of paper with a grade on it; if I went to France now I’d barely be able to string a sentence together. Probably be able to tell them what I’d forgotten, my hobbies, a little about the family and that’s it.

Useful.

Of course, my psychology teacher would argue that I can still remember, I just can’t recall or retrieve the memory. Which, if you ask me, is useless. I might as well not have it stored in my brain if I can’t actually use the memory. Then again, this is somebody who also tells me that memory capacity is “infinite” but only says that because “they don’t actually know”.

But the result of this is, it’s so easy to forget things, so easy to waste everything that you’ve learnt.

I scanned my mind back over the last year (as you always do…) and I tried to think of any changes to my life, or anything that’d happened, or anything I’d done that was out of the norm.

With my GCSEs over, with nearly 10 weeks spent off school, with a move of schools and the beginning of my A-levels I can satisfactorily say that nothing much has really happened this year. I’ve met some new people, and met the old (however briefly) but this year has passed with ease.

Obviously, this is a time for New Year’s resolutions. And, as such, I have not made any. A New Year is really only symbolic: a time for reflection and looking ahead. And maybe a time for ditching bad habits. For me that’d probably being overly anal retentive and a complete stresshead (because, in my world, it ends when I haven’t revised for a 100 hours).

And ahead is rather bizarre. I have some choices to make. This year I’ll be deciding my Uni choices, I’ll be picking the subject I want to study for three years (does anybody want to pick from English lit., History or Politics for me?) and, oh, there’s that other insignificant detail…

I’ll be an adult.

Maybe that would be my cue to mature a little. Maybe. Or, alternatively, I could do what I’m going to do — find more places to volunteer at (in the hope of becoming a better person), go to a few concerts (seriously, I don’t go to any, ever) and, finally, finally, circumstances willing, I will go to a demonstration.

Also, I’ll hopefully realise that he won’t be my future husband and that I should move on:

Happy New Year!

Ages ago, I decided that I wanted to stick “inspirational quotes on post-it notes”. Small things that would either bring a smile to somebody’s face or something that would make them think, reevaluate. As I’m going up to London in the near future, I decided it’s high time to do it — plenty of places to stick them on the train, the tube, the underground, etcetera.

However, this is the part where anybody who reads this blog comes in. I’m struggling with the quotes. I’d really just like them to be simple and relatively short so I can fit them on in a legible size.

I’m intending to take sellotape for back up, lest my post-it notes don’t stick on the grimy public places of England. Obviously it’s also a venture that definitely needs photos to be taken too.

Behold my list below! Think you can add to it?

“There is nothing like a dream to create the future.”
Victor Hugo

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
Eleanor Roosevelt

(more…)

You know it’s been a long time since you last blogged when…

a) you’ve actually forgotten your Wordpress password and have to spend 5-10 minutes quickly running through all the passwords you can remember;
b) your Wordpress version is seriously out of date and the latest version makes you go, ‘whoaaaaa! What happened here!’;
c) you have five plugins that all need updating.

So apologies for that. I’m trying this new thing where I’m going to attempt to blog every day again. Of course, incentives to do this would always be extremely welcome. I have something called motivation and procrastination issues.

With over a month since I last blogged, what exactly has happened? Err, I found in a photo that I have a BALD PATCH (!) — I was horrified too; my school produces good results because they work everybody so hard that you forget what sleep is; I’ve found a hatred for reading “for purpose” (ugh); I have the attention span of an animal that, well… has a short attention span; I have a new job, dealing with accounts and other thrilling stuff and, oh, I’ve found a new love for baking. My cupcakes are to die for. As are my chocolate cakes. I might even bring Amanda evidence of the latter.

Of course, since the last blog my little sister (now aged nine) has nearly reached my shoulders and the “vertically challenged” problem is still very much an issue.

You also know time has flown when you can’t remember what’s actually happened since you last blogged. Except finding a love for Ben Feldman (really) and deleting High School Musical (1-2) off your playlists. Oh, and I was offered drugs on the way home from school. It was a real eye opener to the horrors of where I live. I haven’t got over my disgust at the filth and corruption in this world. Now that’s change.