I cannot remember how to use my brain.
I suppose, like any muscle, it needs to be exercised regularly in order to maintain its strength. Unfortunately, I have failed spectacularly to utilise - what has essentially depleted into - this glorified lump of minced meat. To paraphrase the slogan favoured by Dog's Trust, 'a brain is for life, not just for education'. Having left school - and any scrap of intelligence with it - a rough 8 months ago, I am ashamed to say my intellectual capacity has been wholly neglected. To add insult to (severe mental) injury, I am currently employed as a Teaching Assistant at a local Nursery. This means the average age of the company I keep on a day to day basis hovers somewhere between the 3 and 4 years mark. Just to hammer this point home, let me draw your attention to the fact these kids were born in 2011. Twenty Eleven. Some of them were merely a sparkle in their parent's eyes when Will and Kate got hitched! As a result, my psychological age has regressed dramatically in order for me to assimilate with my peers. Whilst on a social anthropological level, this adaption is extremely intriguing, it is also a cause of some concern for my perfectionist, irritatingly neurotic, self. My major source of cognitive stimulation comes in the form of the - brain achingly perplexing - cryptic crossword published in The Week, and an odd Sudoku here or there. If I want to survive my Gap Year without degenerating, Benjamin Button style, into a metaphorical embryo, something needs to be done.
Thus, against the will of my overly relaxed, numbed-til-dumb cranial nerves, I have made the bold decision to
to stop wasting away countless hours in a vegetative state, indulging in hours of utter trash on TV, painting my nails, or taking my fifth nap of the day, and actually do something productive with my time. This blog is one of those things designed to save me from myself - to ensure that by the time I arrive at University next September, I will have retained the ability to formulate a half legible sentence, and won't flop each and every one of the multitude of essays my course (Religious Studies and Social Anthropology) will require of me.
So, welcome to the inner musings of an 18 year old bimbo who's desperately trying to claw her way out of the terrifying abyss of stupidity. I hope you'll find some things of interest in and amongst my ramblings, as I travel my way into maturity and hopefully genius. We don't leave til the 1st April, but I figured I needed to write a couple of warm-up posts just to see whether I'm up for the job. Be sure to expect a few excerpts from my travelling buddy and other half, Anna Russell, the Blair Waldorf to my Serena Van Der Woodsen (hey, girls can dream, ok?), once we actually touch down in Aus, and continue our adventure into South East Asia. We may be on the other side of the world for most of our entries, but in this technological age we call the 21st century, we'll never seem too far away. View this blog as our favour to you - we know you'll miss us, but hopefully our virtual presence will dull the heartache you'll suffer daily in the face of our physical absence.
So come! Join us! Live vicariously through us! Or failing that, check this blog a few times a week to ensure we're still alive, cause knowing us... we won't be too organised with regards to staying in touch.
I hope you enjoy our travels as much as we do.
C
I suppose, like any muscle, it needs to be exercised regularly in order to maintain its strength. Unfortunately, I have failed spectacularly to utilise - what has essentially depleted into - this glorified lump of minced meat. To paraphrase the slogan favoured by Dog's Trust, 'a brain is for life, not just for education'. Having left school - and any scrap of intelligence with it - a rough 8 months ago, I am ashamed to say my intellectual capacity has been wholly neglected. To add insult to (severe mental) injury, I am currently employed as a Teaching Assistant at a local Nursery. This means the average age of the company I keep on a day to day basis hovers somewhere between the 3 and 4 years mark. Just to hammer this point home, let me draw your attention to the fact these kids were born in 2011. Twenty Eleven. Some of them were merely a sparkle in their parent's eyes when Will and Kate got hitched! As a result, my psychological age has regressed dramatically in order for me to assimilate with my peers. Whilst on a social anthropological level, this adaption is extremely intriguing, it is also a cause of some concern for my perfectionist, irritatingly neurotic, self. My major source of cognitive stimulation comes in the form of the - brain achingly perplexing - cryptic crossword published in The Week, and an odd Sudoku here or there. If I want to survive my Gap Year without degenerating, Benjamin Button style, into a metaphorical embryo, something needs to be done.
Thus, against the will of my overly relaxed, numbed-til-dumb cranial nerves, I have made the bold decision to
to stop wasting away countless hours in a vegetative state, indulging in hours of utter trash on TV, painting my nails, or taking my fifth nap of the day, and actually do something productive with my time. This blog is one of those things designed to save me from myself - to ensure that by the time I arrive at University next September, I will have retained the ability to formulate a half legible sentence, and won't flop each and every one of the multitude of essays my course (Religious Studies and Social Anthropology) will require of me.
So, welcome to the inner musings of an 18 year old bimbo who's desperately trying to claw her way out of the terrifying abyss of stupidity. I hope you'll find some things of interest in and amongst my ramblings, as I travel my way into maturity and hopefully genius. We don't leave til the 1st April, but I figured I needed to write a couple of warm-up posts just to see whether I'm up for the job. Be sure to expect a few excerpts from my travelling buddy and other half, Anna Russell, the Blair Waldorf to my Serena Van Der Woodsen (hey, girls can dream, ok?), once we actually touch down in Aus, and continue our adventure into South East Asia. We may be on the other side of the world for most of our entries, but in this technological age we call the 21st century, we'll never seem too far away. View this blog as our favour to you - we know you'll miss us, but hopefully our virtual presence will dull the heartache you'll suffer daily in the face of our physical absence.
So come! Join us! Live vicariously through us! Or failing that, check this blog a few times a week to ensure we're still alive, cause knowing us... we won't be too organised with regards to staying in touch.
I hope you enjoy our travels as much as we do.
C