Who needs a cryptic code when you have appalling handwriting?

As mentioned before, I carry around a notebook in case of writing emergencies (and ideas). Also previously mentioned is the fact that I only study Maths, Chemistry and Physics nowadays. In 1 and a fraction years, the most writing with a pen that I've done is doing a proof by induction (They are pretty darn long). My handwriting was hardly perfect to begin with, but now it is effectively illegible. However there is a silver lining in all of this. Unless you are me, you can't read anything I've written (seriously, not even my parents and close friends can decipher it).

The Chaotic Effect of Cake

In one of the first maths lessons of the year, our teacher made a small but unrecoverable error that basically caused the collapse of the entire lesson before it had even started.
She gave us cake before we'd actually started any work. Bad move.

Now cake is a good thing on the whole. Fewer things make a double lesson seem more managable than having a cake break scheduled. Especially delicious cake. But cake is a tricky thing, and it needs to be carefully controlled. Otherwise all hell breaks loose.

My view on doors

A few months ago, my friend asked me to write something for the school magazine. On account of me being lazy, I merely sent her a link to my post on selfish umbrellas (which, to be fair, is still a post I'm pleased with, so I'm not that irritated by my own laziness). Anyhow, the theme was supposed to be about doors so it didn't quite work but she still put it in anyway. She's slightly odd (yet lovely) like that for not laughing at my writing. But to make up for it, I am now going to write down all the random door-related thoughts that are floating around in my head.

In case of apocalypse

In preparation for National Novel Writing Month, I've been doing a lot of research into zombies - my chosen genre this year is 'Humorous Post-Apocalyptic' which can only go well... I've even gone so far as to order the Zombie Survival Guide (seriously, the zombies had better not invade before next week because that's when my book arrives) And, looking over the available zombie survival advice, I'm pretty much sorted for when the zombies come.

The benefits of peer pressure?

Basically my friends and I are sat in the school's computer room, desperatly avoiding doing our UCAS personal statement and we start talking about blogs (after googling ourselves, like all good bored teenagers) and I brought up mine (after a quick disclaimer that it was basically just me talking aloud to myself online.) So, as they try and decide whether or not to create their own, they challenged me to write one right now, completely kill any attempts at productive work.

Anyway, I'm taking up their challenge and writing about the benefits of peer pressure (rather suitably, I thought).

Why can't I be an astronaut?

Okay, so if you ask a little kid what they want to be when they grow up, they may well say something like policeman, fireman or astronaut. However, if you ask someone who is in the process of applying to university what kind of job they want, you wouldn't expect astronaut as a response, probably. Which means I may have a slightly awkward time during any interviews (To be honest, I'm also considering being a firefighter. But that's a different post).

42 - The Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything (including procrastination)

Okay, if you haven't assumed this from my sporadic blog postings and recent 3 month hiatus, I procrastinate a lot. A LOT. It's an art form I perfected, somewhat accidentally, over the years. I can just waste time without realising it. Which is problematic considering this year, I'm trying to pass exams, go to university, train for my sport, write a 50,000 word novel in a month and maybe, just maybe, have a social life.

Fortunately, I've found a kind of helpful way to help me get some more work done. And, as you might be able to guess from the title, that involves that all-purpose answer: 42.