Inspire me

Today I will discuss the reason why it has been so long since my last blog. It is also a factor, in my opinion, that is responsible for under achievement and the general feeling of meh, cba and fml. I am of course referring to that hugely underappreciated concept of inspiration. It is a term that is flung around loosely these days, such as in graphic design when you explain which contextual "inspired" your work. Inspiration is feeling like you can do things that never seemed possible before; to look at your surroundings from an entirely different perspective. I cannot remember the last time anything has truly inspired me and I think it is this that is responsible for my lack of ambition. I genuinely cannot think of anything that has happened in the past few years that awakens my inner "get up and go". We live in an age of cuts to education, raise of university fees and the looming reality that we live on a planet that is fucked. What is there to be excited about? We live in an age where the belief in god is becoming increasingly more ludicrous, therefore the concept that we have no purpose is now widely accepted. How is that inspiring? We all need something to believe in, something to arouse our dormant potential, something that gives us the strength to persevere when things look bleak, whether it be God, Winston Churchill, the Beatles or Shakespeare. Well I’m sorry Matt Cardle, I don’t care how many pictures your new autobiography has, it doesn’t quite step up to the mark.

taken in the lakes by yunz, makes blackpool look kinda shit doesn't it?

So i was in my first ever as level exam today, and i'll admit i  was ever so slightly shitting myself. I say i was shitting myself but no more than i was prior to my first GCSE exam. However around about two years ago, when i opened the paper and finished it with a sly 20 minutes to spare i gained an unfortunate sense of perspective. This led me to a misplaced sense of selfsatisfaction that life would follow the same pattern; pulling shit out of the bag last minute. This morning i was proved wrong. When i filled in the routine AQA name and centre number and turned the page it quickly dawned on me that unlike GCSEs, AS levels aren't a piece of piss. This isn't me being an arrogant twat like some other blogger you may have come across ( no names mentioned ). I'm happy to admit i'm no biochemiphysician but i'm sure that we can all agree that 6 Cs at GCSE is a walk in the park. But this thorough revison is a foreign concept. I now find myself in a position that requires me to, work hard? In other words, bad habits die hard. :/

How to start....

Well, this whole blog thing is fairly new to me so i have decided to jump on the metaphorical bandwagon and share my everyday grievances with you the unfortunate reader. So what more suitable a topic to begin with than facebook; the basis of most people's day. I genuinely hate it yet can not help but follow the flock, which perhaps fuels my hatred. Everyday, like i'm sure many do, i check on it to see if anything interesting has happened fully aware that i am likely to be bombarded with statuses about how boys are generally shit, dozens of "I love my girls" or how much of a slag someone is. I have therefore concluded that Mark Zuckerburgs ingenius creation has been twisted into a platform for many girls, not all however, to express their senseless hormonal mood swings under the false pretences that people give a shit. I then find myself wasting time sifting through the garbage to find the occassional witty status. Thanks Mark, thanks a bunch.