Since I spent most of the last academic year lounging on couches and drooling [metaphorically], I think I need to make an effort this year… as the Jolly Hockysticks people say: pull my socks up and get my butt in gear.
After much rooting around, my grandma presented me with a funky leatherbound diary, with an ornate clasp. It has 1995 written on it, but it’s still good as new. So, anyway, my aim is to write down everything I need to do on those pages.
I think it’d be a good idea to merge everything… rather than having a seperate diary for schoolwork, another for birthdays, etc.
And I shall keep it by my bed, and consult it first thing every morning, and update it the last thing before I go to bed.
And nevermore shall I realise it was my best friend’s birthday 6 days after the fact. Or have to pretend my computer is programmed to crash every year around coursework season.
