I'm Back

Not sure why, but I deemed it necessary that I continue to write in many forms.

I am indeed tired of being unemployed. It's not the free time that gets me, for I could occupy myself quite easily with cool video games and books and dvds till the end of time. No it's my inability to contribute to the household. Our savings dwindle whilst I mope around the house. And whilst I engage in housework, exercise, etc, it really isn't enough.
A job is needed. I will resort to almost anything now, so long as it pays and eats up some time.
I have not the discipline to manage my time effectively. It is probably my greatest weakness. Time management. I must turn this around somehow.

The uni applications close today. I shall discover come November whether I will be accepted or not. I do hope deeply that I am. Never have I been so convicted of my choices. A writer is exactly what I would like to be, an essayist, a screenwriter, a poet. I'd like to hurry up and get started. In fact I could, and I do to some degree, practice my wordplay around the place, but I need accountability, and I loathe it at the same time.
Such a flawed thing I am. I feel at times that I just trick people into thinking that I am intelligent and eager.
Perhaps I am just boring. But such words are descriptive, not prescriptive.
I can be whatever I want, I just have to make it happen.

I've noticed I write about myself a lot. I think I am a lot more self-centered then I previously realized. It doesn't surprise me much though, and I'm not uncomfortable with the thought.

I need to get out more.
I do hope some work comes along soon.
In any case