october

It is October. Officially, the blog semi-slightly-sort-of-hiatus should be over. But it was foolish of be to assume that 30 days, one month, would be enough for me to clear enough time in my brand new timetable for writing. In many ways, my timetable is fuller than ever. So what am I doing?

I get up early, get dressed, leave the house.

I started off leaving, or rather running out of the house for school at 7:00 (to catch the 7:11 bus). This crept to 7:10 when I would arrive ridiculously early and then 7:15 when I realised that the 7:20 bus was always 5 minutes late. Now I leave, or rather run out of the house after 7:20 for the 7:30 bus which is always early, so I have to often run to catch that one too. I am always running, and never for exercise (because I don't have time).

For the first couple of weeks I would lay out my clothes the night before to clear some time for other stuff. You know, extravagances such as breakfast, putting on make-up, remembering my bag.

But it didn't feel right. On top of the enormous, practically seismic changes taking place, I also felt that any semblance of personal style that I was gripping to was slowly slipping away. Late the night before when I wanted nothing more than to sleep, I could not be bothered to experiment with layering this dress I never wear under this top which rides up too much... with which shoes? It was jeans, long-line top, t-shirt. That kind of outfit goes with all my shoes.

Last week, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I decided that enough was enough. I gave up on choosing outfits the night before. My wardrobe has got progressively messier (I had to organise it all AGAIN today) but I feel happier with my style than I have in months and months. Not just September, but also all of the summer and the exam period before that. I don't know what it is, but somehow reaching the precipitous edge of the cliff of boredom with personal style triggered something. I decided that I could not live my life waiting for the right occasion to wear my gorgeous new jumper. It makes me feel good; why can't I wear it to triple maths?

Of course now I have even less time. I haven't written anything I was working on all summer all month. I have barely blogged (sorry about that, guys). But hopefully now at least I will have something stylish to blog about, whenever I have a spare minute.

My gorgeous watch, which tells me exactly when it is just after 7:20, and which I have always worn however unstylish I am feeling to make me feel stylish.