The result

This will make a hell of a lot more sense if you've read this.

Now, I previously said that I'd never found out what the outcome of not doing essays was, but I lied.
You see I never did all of the essays, and the result was denial.

It was in stages, so until looking back on it now, I've never realised.

You see, it began with guilt and depression. I felt really awful, and slaved over the work in an attempt to hand it in, because I knew I'd get in trouble. Every lesson, I'd hand in a piece of work, so she got less and less off my back. Then, when half term came I suddenly lost all sense of guilt and worry.

From then onwards, I went into denial stage. The denial was so deep that I actually made myself forget that I still had work to do. My teacher would ask me if I had any work to hand in, basically hinting that I did, and my response was almost always 'I don't think so...'.

Now I'm past the lessons, and I've only got an exam left (which I doubt I'm going to pass and neither do I care about doing so), I'm care-free.
It's sort of like "LOL FUCK EVERYTHING AND LAUGH". It's funny because I shouldn't be like that, seeing as I still have an exam to sit.

Ah well.

VLOGGER

After a long long long long time of putting it off, I have finally begun creating video logs.
I've been wanting to do it for an impossible amount of time, as I'm a youtube addict, so really, it was inevitable. I decided to actually do it, because I got talking to Rob, otherwise known as ShmoNerd. I then watched his videos and took his lead.

So check it out.

Edit: Also, you should totally check out the Planetary (GO!) Video if you haven't yet. I'm in it. Twice. Sort of.

Some of you may be curious.

I highly doubt it, but in case you were, I give you:
SOMBRERO CAT



I know, your life is totally made.
(This makes sense if you've read my previous posts, I swear)

Birthday sweat fest.

Well, as you might know, it was my birthday on the 24th.
As you also might know, My Chemical Romance announced an 'intimate gig' to record the video for Planetary (GO!)on that day, two days before.
I pretty much freaked out and went to bed early. I actually went to bed early in half term just to get up and ask if I could go. That's extremely rare, and it was rather difficult to sleep whilst excited/worried about getting or not getting a ticket.



Luckily my efforts were not in vain, and my Mum said to go to my Dad's and get a ticket, even though I had no idea how I would get there and back, or what I would wear.

I managed to get a ticket somehow (apparently they sold out in something like 3 minutes), and so was ecstatic for the following.. well, I would say few hours, or a day, but I'm still pretty excitable, and it's been 5 days.
I had some friends over, and while the watched a film, I half did, while sewing my personal killjoy logo onto a jacket for my costume.



Basically, I spent all day and most of the night sewing it in. Composing the rest of my outfit took quite a while too, but I eventually did it.I can't be bothered to do a rubbish artists impression, so here is an actual picture of my face:



You can sort of see the logo I made on the jacket, so all is good.
Getting to the chase, after having only a couple of hours sleep, I got up and got ready because it was my birthday, so I left my friends in the living room to receive my presents (fuck yeah). After I'd got my dvds, money and Batman framed picture (yes, I just said that. it's awesome), and it was time, I woke them up so they could all leave on time and shizzle.

I was alone for a little bit, because my Mum went to work and they all went home, so I spent this time adding to my outfit, such as drawing the spider logo on my yellow tank top and deciding on my make up.

Skipping forward a few hours, after I'd been picked up, given a birthday badge, gotten more hyper in the car (which I didn't think was possible), got on a train, had a short underground journey and arrived at the venue in london, I went and found some friends, then had McDonalds before coming back to queue.
Made friends with Chloe whilst queuing and got worried about not getting in, which I obviously did.

Once inside, I was third row back and right in the middle of where Frank and Mikey were due to be. Spot me:



Hint; I'm slightly on the left side of the photo, a person behind the girl with the green helmet, with my reddish faded hair and red body warmer. I'm one of the only people with my sleeve not rolled down.

It got really packed, and we danced/moshed/jumped to Planetary (GO!) 7 times after the mini setlist before, so we were exhausted.
When it finished, I was pretty much drenched with sweat after being packed into the space of a sardine can...



It was pretty much the best birthday ever, because I'd waited 5/6 years to see them live.

Unfortunately, I've forgotten where this post was going, but hey, I saw MCR, and I'm going to be in their video. I'll update this if I remember what I was going to say.

Update: REMEMBER TO LOOK OUT FOR ME IN THE VIDEO WHEN IT COMES OUT END OF THIS MONTH. My hand is the one with the green ring on the little finger...
Also, all credit of the photos goes to this lovely photographer.

Decisions, decisions.

So I've consequently decided that it's been way too long since I last blogged, and I am using my time off to write this.
I'm really ill at the moment, and it keeps wavering on and off. I seem to be stuck in a continuous cycle of stress and illness, and I drew a diagram to demonstrate this.



I don't usually get very ill, in fact I normally have quite a clean bill of health, so that's why I know my diagram is true.
We started doing stress in Psychology a little while back now, and to start it off we did a stress quiz to see how stressed we were.
Apparently, I'm the most stress in the class, and I'm 'in the danger zone'.
It said something like 'Emergency! You need to change your lifestyle now.' Great, huh?
Due to such things, combined with my vivid imagination, I can just see my class on the inside and out in my head.
[PEOPLE NOT BASED ON ACTUAL STUDENTS FROM MY CLASS, FYI]





I'm pretty stressed, if you hadn't guessed.

Edit: I can't really remember where I was going with this anymore as I haven't been ill in weeks, that's how long it's been since I actually started writing this post. Also, it's been my birthday, so I'm going to write a seperate, more awesome blog post than this about it.

Who knew?

Writing a blog can be so darn time consuming that I haven't got round to it.
I reckon in the near future that could be some form of offence in this 'cyber-world' that's forming...

I've been off for two days and counting lately, stomach pains and vomiting and such.
Unfortunately this means devoting my time to something pointless, although I could make better use of my time, obviously.

I decided to make Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy on Sims 3, which I would insert screen caps of here, but my brother lost the booklet, so I had to make them on his laptop instead of installing it on mine.

That Sims 3 disc was mine, and I couldn't use it on my old (now thoroughly broken) laptop so I sold it to him, and now I have some major regrets.
I HAVE SIMS CRAVINGS, YOU KNOW.

Anyway, I'm sidetracking.

Point is, I'm rubbish at customising on Sims 3, so I had to base my Harley Quinn on the Arkham Asylum game version of her, because it was the closest I could get. Also, since when did they stop doing robber/face masks for Sims on face paint? Despicable. I had to resort to lots of black eye shadow with white eyeliner.


I'm rambling, aren't I?
Well, yeah. I'll post something worthwhile soon. Promise. I have a post written in my notebook ready, it's just writing it up and drawing the pictures.
(SURPRISINGLY TIME CONSUMING)

Megan out.

Every child hates school, right?

I mean, it's expected for a progressive hatred to form.










On the assumption that everyone else follows this pattern just like me, I will describe the cycle I have fallen into.

I get set an essay.



Usually, despite being told exactly how to do it, and knowing all I need to about the topic, I have no idea what to do.

I will sit at my computer for hours on end each night (slight lie, I usually only attempt things at the last possible moment unless I know I can do it), just staring at a blank document, almost waiting for the words to appear.



Occasionally, I will glare at the screen angrily, almost as if a wizard should be magically summoning words for me.



Once I have either procrastinated the entire evening like so;



or simply sat in that position attempting the essay the whole time, it will eventually get extremely late. When it does I look like some form of monster in need of medical treatment.

As I force myself to leave the laptop and go to bed, the brief suicide thought crosses my mind (yes, my teachers are that bad) along with various options of how I can survive the next day.

It varies from illness of all types to difficulties to problems at home to honesty (which is rarely chosen due to my vivid imaginations' depiction of such an event).



Depending on which choice is chosen, I may end up in school and when it gets to the lesson, I writhe, waiting for the moment of truth.



At my level of education however, it either never comes as you are trusted to be truthful about handing in homework and all that shit, or you get the guilt trip talk, depending on the teacher.



I find that one pretty rough - maybe we should protest and get teachers done for psychological harm.

Anyway, there's an alternative route though, because I might not have gone to school...
In which case, I'll have spent my day wisely, doing the essay and other pieces of homework, and giving in the essay the next day.

Who am I kidding?



After either of these, the cycle repeats, with the essay becoming later and later, still unfinished. Sometimes I managed a paragraph or two, and get excited only to realise how much I still have to write.

Eventually I either do it or... well, I don't know what comes next because I haven't found out yet.

Basically I write something like this. So not only am I worrying about the essay, I'm worrying about worrying about the essay and also worrying about worrying about worrying about the essay.
It's a vicious, like a shark inbred with a pig.



I'd be pretty vicious too if I was inbred like that.

UPDATE:
I'm quite disappointed in myself with the fact that I'm actually writing this essay now, even though it'll be two weeks late tomorrow.

Looks like I'll never find out what the other outcome could be...

So I'm restarting my blog.

I've decided to blog properly now, and I'm taking inspiration from Allie's hilarious Hyperbole and a half blog, so check that out while you're at it.

Let the new (attempt at mild humour) blog commence!