Dark and dusty, painted on the sky. Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eye...

It's the 14th of September already. Almost two weeks have past since I returned back to stressville.

The past week and a bit have been unsurprisingly chaotic. I often wonder why I feel such an obligation to become a member of every single club that exists within Belfast High. I have, as a result of mere stupidity, left myself with one free lunchtime a week, which means that every drop of amylase my body produces will have to work doubly hard at digesting in order to keep up with the rate I'll be scoffing down my sandwiches; to get them eaten before 1.30. In some ways, the fact that I've given myself a multitude of tasks and responsibilites makes me feel like I'm actually doing something; I'm playing a part yet, on the other hand, it makes me feel guilty about not having enough time spent with my friends.
After all, your time at school is meant to be the happiest years of your life, and spending it with your close friends makes it all the more happier.

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All of a sudden the reality of being on the verge of adulthood has hit me. In less than three years,I will have roamed this lovely earth for two whole decades. Last week( at least I think it was) I, along with Sarah and Fiona, was told I was Deputy Head girl. You would think, however, that it being a highly responsible position and all that, it would have some sort of visible reward other than a one-inch sized navy badge that camoflages itself against the blazer, has "deputy head girl" imprinted on it in such puny letters that you have to squint to be able to read it and is clearly overshadowed by the shininess of the larger, yet less important, prefect badge. Well, don't I sound like a bundle of optimism.
Moaning aside, I am, sincerely and truly, over the moon.

I am enjoying my new art-free, thus stress-free life at the minute, I have to admit. I can't say though that I don't miss the classes at all, because that would be a blatant lie. I always enjoyed going to art and just being able to sit and relax a bit and have a bit of banter along the way, which mainly consisted of my attempts at rapping and making fun of Miss Todd's hilarious accent, bless her.
I do not regret dropping it, though, because having twelve or thirteen free periods a week periods a week is not exactly what you'd call heart-breaking. It is, in fact, what you might call a waster's paradise and so I may need to drop my current procrastination act in an effort to avoid falling into this appealing, but somewhat dangerous trap.

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I really want to try superdooperly hard this year, because I felt that having to spend every second of every hour of my life painting did slightly impinge upon my marks. Therefore, now that I have no excuse or no reason for not doing as well as I possibly could, I shall be studying like a mad man or, should I say, rather a man woman. Gosh we live in a sexist society.

My intention for tonight was to attempt ( for about the 30th time) to read "The Age of Innocence" which I have not yet found to be overly enthralling, though it is early days. I must make some sort of compromise with myself that if I don't finish it, I cannot watch TV, though the probability of that happening is pretty slim. I finished reading "La Symphonie Pastorale" tonight and it did not appear to me, on first impression, to be a particular tear-jerker, but I was clearly wrong. I struggled with preventing myself from crying, but I'm not sure whether or not the words really were filled with such great poignancy or I was just a tad over-emotional tonight, because I also managed to well up when listening to John Denver's "Take me home...". Strange specimen that I am.

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Tomorrow I think I am heading to the Abbeycentre with Caters in search of some sort of poster for our wonderful study booth; like it needs more decorating.

It's weird that it's actually only 20 minutes to 11 and poor old granny me is feeling like I could close my eyelids right now and fall into dreamland.
Mmm, sleep. You appreciate it loads when you suffer from a lack of it for a prolonged period of time.

Adios.