So. It's currently twelve past nine in the evening. My room has actually become an even bigger mess than it was about 7 minutes ago. I have an English essay that was meant to be in last Friday due again for tomorrow, an unfinished piece of German work that is also in for tomorrow, a photo slide that needs to be done by Tuesday otherwise my World Challenge group will slowly bludgeon me to death with an extremely blunt spoon, and if I don't sort out my other German folder before tomorrow's lesson, my teacher will have yet another reason to leer over me and sneer in my general direction like the squat little toad she is.

And I'm sitting here, like an idiot, writing out my life story on deviant art. Ignorace really is bliss. Until the day after, that is.

This being my first post, I guess I should even a few things out if I haven't already noted them. I'm actually Polish, and extremely proud of it. I'm 17 atm, and liking it. I'm pretty open with people (if you haven't already guessed), obsessed with music, and I love art and reading books. Occasionally I'll write some poetry for someone if I'm in the mood - I guess I'm quite a romantic as well in some ways, but trust me, it doesn't really get me anywhere . I also kid myself into thinking that I'm funny. Believe me, I try, and very often, I fail. I have a few months of school left until my exams, and hopefully, if all goes well, this time next year I'll be getting ready to indulge in Uni life at Edinburgh. I'm doing my A-levels, which aren't going too bad - English Lit, German and History. All of them can be actually really interesting, but English is ahead of the pack by a long-shot, and, to be completely honest with you, always has been. No guesses who's going to study what at Uni ;] (with German, if all goes well...)

I had been on DA before, but never really thought of using it until about yesterday. So here I am, putting up pics of my (beloved) guitars, pleased with myself that I've found another way of wasting time. We'll see how everything goes in the coming weeks, but I guess writing these things might become pretty regular. I'm good at talking to nobody in particular (seriously, I talk to myself all the time. It's a good thing! Expands creative boundaries...). In any case, It's thirty-seven past now, so I guess I should go.

Bloody essays...