Is this normal?

It's Sunday.

Sunday's have never been great in my opinion.

Sunday's are the days that consist of 'Shit, I've forgot to do this... Or I haven't done any uni work... Or, bollocks... my washing's been left in the washer for 2 days' 

I know why I feel like this though.

I got a shitty mark on one of my assignments. The same time last year, I did an assignment, the exact same one albeit interviewing a different person and I got a worse mark this year than I did last time. 

Surely, I should be getting better at this writing malarky? 

Last year, I got 64. This year I got 60. Someone got 70 fucking 5. That's better than a FIRST?! How the EFF is that even possible?

I'm catastrophising. I know I am. I think my life is over. I've failed uni already. I'm shit at writing. I should go work in a butchers. 

I might transfer. Closer to home. But then again, I want to stick it out. I want to push myself so I end up as good as these others who are getting good grades. 

If I transfer, I feel like I'm giving up. Not taking the rough with the smooth and all that crap.

So now, I'm just sat in a blind panic, getting all anxious about fuck all really. 

I need someone to slap me. There's no-one here though. Damnit. 

I'm gonna see if I can do some work and see if I feel any better. Peace. 

Am I ready for those flashing lights?

So it's been a while, but I thought I'd make an unscheduled appearance and ask for some advice.

My university is producing a new newspaper. We have been asked to take part and I decided I'm probably more suited to a feature story rather than a news story. So, we have been asked to gather ideas. The problem is, I am stuck. 

I don't want to do music, nor am I really very good at reviews.

I want a fresh idea that would be good. But it's hard to think of one when it's never been done.

I was flicking through Elle earlier and I came up with 2 idea's... Neither seem very good right now.

1 - A beauty column... Which unfortunately means I am going to burn an even deeper whole in my tobacco stained, crumpled receipt filled, 2 pence city that I call a pocket. 

2 - A piece on up and coming talent. No, not the fit boy in Nike Air Max's who gets on my bus, or the guy with the earring in Evisu Jeans and a tight grey cardigan who, again, I was drooling over on a bus journey or even the Polish looking, hair-in-better-condition-than-mine guy who has a penchant for odd socks....Sorry, I'm getting carried away. Annabellka, control yourself! 

 OK - So yes. Ahem. Talent. By this I mean, the elite of the university. I have a guy on my course who is now the editor in chief of his own music website and has had the privilege of meeting some our most famous UK bands, artists, DJ's. Along with someone who is maybe, trying out for the Olympics, someone who has made an amazing invention. That kind of stuff. 

The problem with the last idea is that, the aim of the new newspaper is for it be available to people outside of the university. General citizens of Bournemouth might not really give a shit what the drunken youth's, that piss all over their front door at 2 a.m, have a talent in. 

I have also decided I am probably going to do a post on here in the next few days. It's going to be slightly different. Whilst speaking, I am very colloquial. By this I mean, 'F**k off, you ******* **** **** bag, you look like a *** ***** ********' or something along those lines, depending on the day. Yet, surprisingly, my writing style seems to be mature - at least that's one thing - and so I might try the more crude, vulgar way of writing. Yes, it's not going to be to all tastes but this blog is all about finding out what I am best at so I'm going to give it a bash. 

For now, I am going to contemplate any more idea's for what I should write about for the newspaper and if anybody flies past this page and has an idea please do share! I'd be very grateful. 

Peace. x