I remembered my blog again. I'm so bad at this.

Things haven't exactly been perfect recently. A lot of things have gone on in my family, and whilst (almost) everyone seems to be a lot happier now that they are, to some extent, resolved, I feel awful. Whatever I may be told, or what I may know, I feel guilty. I can't even begin to explain why. I hope it passes.

I have little motivation to do my uni work, which is odd. I'm so determined to get a first, but I'm not making it easy for myself at all. I procrastinate constantly, and I've wasted so many hours this week alone which could have been spent on an essay or my dissertation. I anticipate using 24 hour library opening frequently over the next 2 months, if only to take me away from the distractions of my house.

On that subject (the house I mean) I have no idea what's happening. Until I know for certain which uni I'll be at come September I'm postponing making any plans for when I'm unceremoniously forced to leave my home in the middle of May. The atmosphere around here is horrific, but I'm taking comfort in the fact that I'm blameless. I haven't even shouted. This is a big deal for me. I've always struggled with my temper, and to have kept it so well over the last few weeks makes me proud. Go me.

Been to some awesome shows, as always. By the end of June I will have seen all 6 of my favourite artists in 2009. Nearly all of the top 10 in fact. It's brilliant.