I got results today.

It’s a bit strange when you think about it. Your whole schooling life leads up to one bust of insane studying and stress and ends in a simple number.

I’m happy with what I got. A bit more would have been nice – always would be nice. But God has me where he wants me. Besides I know what I’m doing next year thats set in concrete and I really couldnt be much happier.

I dont like uncertanties. I prefer to have a descision made than to be in the process of changing.

I found a new uni course in the paper, will check it out tomorrow – Interactive Media, sounds a bit like my kind of thing. Which means changing preferences – not that I mind. I really have no idea about where my life is headed career wise anyway.

Thinking about the competition thing… having a twin, well the stakes have always been high from where I stand. Laura doesnt seem to care. I frankly dont understand.
Shes probably a much wiser and definately more humble person than I’ll ever be.

She beat me. I dont care too much. A little number on the computer screen doesnt bother me half as much as I thought it would. You hear about all those people stressing majorly and crying their guts out -what can you say. There’s more to life.

One result leads to another… the same other you probably were aiming for in the first place, I’m guessing the difference is only in how far you are prepared to go to reach that place. If you want to get there you are going to, a lower score hardly makes a difference – except perhaps to make you more determined.


I’m guessing this is going to be a little like putting on your CD player on shuffle. I don’t know what to expect from this. I don’t know how long this is going to last. I’m going to assume that this will be rather random – as life seems to be.

As to commenting on society or news or what’s in the world today, I havent a clue how much that will come through. I live a lot of my life in my head – sometimes more than I think is healthy. It will actually be curious to see what I think about (in a documented kind of way), if I have the guts to put some of it down.

I cant start well with a blank page, neither for a letter, a story, even the infrequent vent onto paper. So – this is something down.

Is this for me?

Or do I want others to be able to read this. In all normality, I suppose a blog really is for others to read to comment.

Who ever you are, this is but a little of who I am -I think I’d do well to remember that also.

I started something back in August. I’ve forever tried to keep journals and always failed – I started with the intention to have something to look back and see how I’d grown. It’s lasted – often infrequent. But it serves its purpose.

I hope this will do the same