Tough sticking

Goodness me I had completely forgotten that I started a blog.
I just deleted one post which, I believe, I once swore not to. But I studied defamation a bit this year and don't think the people I mentioned would be very happy with some of the stuff I said about them. Maybe now I can get into the habit of writing regularly.
Although I doubt it!
But 3 days ago I doubted that I would ever start doing sport again, and today I feel the opposite. Went for a couple of long cycles today and yesterday and now my mind is changed. I feel like being fit. I don't want to be breathing so heavily after 4 flights of stairs. Its awesome when your lungs are free and healthy and just a little bit of regular exercise does that. Thats the key. REGULARITY!
I cannot comprehend how advanced skills can get with regular practice.
Of that book, one chapter a day? Thats more than a book a month!
Of those lungs? Three long walks and a cycle per week?
Sound a lot, but 3 walks can be to work or classes. Finding time for one long cycle is easy. And fun.
But sticking to anything is tough. Lets see...

Waiting for lectures...

I find myself waiting for a lecturer again.

I wasn't meant to have politics today but I have been informed our lecturer scheduled an extra class. She decided to inform her students at the end of our test last week friday. Unfortunately, by the time the test was finished only about 5 people remained in the class.
Time and time again academics put faith in a few students to inform the masses- as if we're all connected via 'mxit' (a cellphone chatroom).
I live in a predominantly German, student digs. Nobody within my social circle, anywhere other than at the university, does journalism, as I do. So when an extra class is scheduled, how am I supposed to find out about it? I know if I was one of a few people, informed of something important to all who do the course, I would not use my time and resources to inform the others. Call me selfish but the other student's course is no concern of mine. I came to the Nelson Mandela Metropolitan University to learn, not help others learn. Fellow students in my class are my competition for the future, the people who want the jobs I want.
This is not to say I have any desire to hamper my fellow student's performance and successes. I would of course inform others of an extra class if circumstance put us together before it took place. But sending text messages to let others know is laughable.

When asking the lecturer the excuse is always: "I sent an email to everybody, so you should have been there."

HA! I get at least 25 emails a day from the university, about everything from job opportunities in America for economists, to whoevers selling a car on campus. If the 3rd year mechanical engineering students are having an extra class next week, I'll get about 3 emails about it before the date. Because of this, anything I get from the university I consider spam and don't read. It may sound to some people that 25 emails a day is not many. But I don't check my mail everyday so it adds up, especially over a long weekend or holiday. This on top of the relentless viagra adverts means the delete key's the most used on my keyboard.
I wanted to write more but have a lecture to get to. Maybe I will finish later.

Why blog?

I am finally getting my act together (I hope) and writing a blog.
I've tried numerous times over the years to keep a diary but have never succeeded. The furthest I've gotten is one entry a week if I remember correctly.
Everything I want to do in life is often cut short by something else I would like to do. I can't finish anything because I'm over eager to get to the next. Sounds like a workaholic I know but if you know me well enough you'll know that's not the case.
The problem I think is that I never have a purpose in mind when I start writing. The next day I would read over what I had written and feel embarrassed. Not at the content but at the meaningless of it as a whole. So I would scrunch up my diary entry and commit to starting again- eventually.
I feel less bound to my writing now. Writing nonsense is part of writing better and the more I write the easier I'll find it (perhaps) to portray meaning and purpose. And consider if I have been wrong all my life- consider if the endless contemplations I write out are actually worth a read to someone else, in which case it's a waste to throw them away.
So if you find yourself reading over my entries, wondering what the hell I'm blabbing on about, be patient. I am a 20 year old journalism student with a passion for writing yet I have no proof that I've ever written anything at all. I've never been happy with my thoughts once they are on paper so I throw them away.
Now I'm committed to not deleting anything once I've posted it on this site. For this reason, although you may find some of the entries I write pointless, they will nevertheless be on display, so I can learn from my mistakes, improve my writing skills, expand my experience and keep a record of my life.