Brainy, brainy, brainy.

Hello and welcome to the cold, silent nothingness that has become this blog.
I can see the tumbleweed rolling lazily past.

I am sorry about how dead it is around here at the moment. I think I can speak for all of us at Everyone is Mental, when I say that DEAR GOD I AM SO BUSY I AM DYING WHY DO EXAMS EXIST HALP HALP HALP.
I have at least one subject that I am seriously worrying about passing.
And I am looking down the barrel of at least four hours flute practise a day for the next three weeks.
FOUR HOURS, YOU GUYS. FOUR. Think about it. Let's say I get approx. 8 hours sleep a night. I spend 16 hours awake. A QUARTER OF THAT TIME IS TAKEN UP PLAYING FLUTE. A QUARTER. EVERY DAY. And that doesn't include other homework.
LIFE IS PAIN AND SUFFERING.
Oh well.
But on the upside, I fully intend to get more than four hours sleep tonight, WHOO. This is a New and Awesome Thing for Me.

Anyway, so I've noticed a new and disturbing trend lately. In myself. Because I am a self-obsessed whore beast. or. Whatever.
The thing is, I have this problem with opposites at the moment. Specifically, I have this thing where I go and do something stupid, or create a problem, or something bad happens, and thus I go to someone to ask advice. The conversation goes something like this:

Anna: "So [insert general issue of some variety] happened, OH GOD HOW DO I FIX IT WHAT DO I DO OH GOD HALP."
Friend: "[Insert entirely logical, rational and helpful suggestion]."
Anna:"Yeah, you're right, that's a really good idea, I'll do that, thank you! *Goes and does the exact opposite of what was suggested."
REPEAT AS NECESSARY.

It's like being in a washing machine. A REALLY FUCKING STUPID TURBULENT WASHING MACHINE WHICH I DELIBERATELY PUT MYSELF IN REPEATEDLY.
And I am not sure why. I keep trying to work it out. But I have drawn no conclusions.
One idea is that I'm exceptionally impatient, and usually the logical solution to a problem takes patience, and persistence, and shit that I'm not really good at. I also really suck at following things through. My friend T had lunch with me the other day, and watching me eat, pointed out that I left a tiny bit of every piece of food that I ate. The corner of a sandwich, I'd eaten a ring around my apple, two crackers in a packet... I DID THAT WITH EVERYTHING. I EVEN DO THAT WITH CUPS OF TEA AND COFFEE. Thus, T drew the conclusion that I have some sort of complex and a deep-seated inability to finish anything I start. He probably makes a fairly valid point, but WHATEVER T, I DON'T NEED YOUR OPINIONS OR RATIONAL ADVICE ANYWA---oh, wait a second.

Oh well. Like Theodore Deschanel tells me, at least I'll have stories when I'm older.

ANYWAY. I am so tired I think my eyes will fall out, and I have several hours of homeworky goodness to get through tomorrow, so, I bid you adieu with some pretty pictures of procrastination.

Anna xx