Unprepared? Who, me?

It's confession time. This coming Wednesday (February 26th) is the next Jawdance event at Rich Mix. I'm pumped, really I am. But I err, haven't practised my poem. And I've told people to come watch me. Important people - well, important to me anyway. Sensei Sharena and another of my teachers in writing. Why haven't I practised? Well that's a good question actually. My excuses look a little something like this:

1. It's reading week so I'm on a break from essay deadlines, speed reading and pretending to be an intellectual. I'm trying to relax a little before my end of year exams and final draft deadlines approach and threaten to throttle me.

2. Sims 3 can take up 5 hours of my time before I even realise I'm sitting in a room that has a clock. And that's on a good day. This is why I only play video games when I'm on a term break.

3. I am an idiot - I thought we knew this by now?

4. LIFE. Just, LIFE. Who knew it could be so difficult juggling everything that goes on around me? I start work in a school the same day Jawdance is on. That's right: in a school. I'm only helping out with A Level students once a week for a couple of hours but it's way more official than anything I've ever done. Plus, a couple of days ago I got an email from my university about dissertations. DISSERTATIONS. I'm only nineteen dammit, I shouldn't be expected to take so much stress on board with a smiley face and a wink. Don't even get me started on the complexities of my non-existent love life.

Wednesday definitely promises to be interesting, I'll give it that. I'll practice by performing.