Snooze?

I have been fighting with myself for the past three weeks to manage to go to all lectures and classes of the week. If I miss today's lecture, it means I will have only missed two hours out of the nine of the week. And it's on statistics. Which means I don't really have to go, because I've convinced myself I'll be revising over Christmas. So, seriously, why go?

I'm so lazy. It's like every time I wake up a demonic mechanism starts working in my head, from the first sound of my alarm, and puts all the little energy I have in the morning into raising my arm and repeatedly pressing the snooze button. For an hour. One hour and a half sometimes.

I should probably start taking my vitamins.

Stepping out of the dark

I really haven't written in ages, so I don't know where to start and where to end. But, sometimes, the past is there just for reminding you that you're not there anymore, but you're here, where you're standing right now, at this very moment, and that's all that matters.

I started watching Lord of the Rings, and I think the words of Gandalf really affected me, even though they came from the film that I'd swore I would never see: "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." They are similar to another set of wise words I derived from watching Lost (yes, I am spending my time constructively): "It doesn't matter who we were; only who we are."

Sometimes things are not that simple, unfortunately. Your past chases you, it surrounds you like a black abyss, refusing to let go. But it is up to us to let go of that, and step out of the dark and into the light. So now, I, too, have chosen to step out of the dark. I don't know how much light there is going to be in my future, but I can at least try and find out, and make it as bright as possible. I have already landed my very first photography exhibition, which is going to start 4 days before Christmas.

'You can take the artist out of Art but you can never take Art out of the artist.'
(LSE MSc Management student 2008 - ie. me)

I am probably studying one of the most boring subjects in the world. As a result I have been forced to shift my overanalytical mind to my personal life, or else I'm afraid it might completely switch off. And I don't really have that much material to analyse at the moment, but I like that in a way. It makes me feel calm.