Failure. It can be a good thing right?

Wrong.

I don't really know why I'm writing a post today. I just came out of failing my first exam (yay, three cheers for me!) and so now I'm basically procrastinating again (because we like crying stress tears and freaking out!) so that I can fail again. I don't know what it is. The urge to mess up the education that is piling heavy bank loans on my shoulders (and me, only 18) keeps drawing me back.

Or I just don't like studying. I sounds less like my fault when it say it the other way.

So here I am, onto my second coffee of the day because caffeine is a good thing, writing about absolutely nothing and wasting both of our time.

ACTUALLY. I have news. For once. My life occasionally does something.

Over the Easter Break (can I get a hip-hip-hooray for chocolate and an extra five kilo's for winter?) I went to Easterfest, which is a semi-local Christian Music Festival in Toowoomba, Qld.

It was ok. I just kind of want to live there. In the tent - thats cool. (Says the girl who once proclaimed she didn't do camping. She does camping when there's chai on tap and a guitar in every second person's hand.) I highly, highly, highly recommend handing over the $130 (or so) and going along. There will be no regrets! And if you don't like it, no pressure to come the next year. We just can't be friends. 

I beg you, I beg you - Don't leave study for exams until the last minute. The night before. Two nights before. Just don't do it. Especially if you're doing music history. Then you had really better not do it. Study is a good thing. Passing is a good thing. Succeeding at what you do is a good thing.

Do these good things.

Those my wise word for the week/month/for whenever I get to writing again next.

Love you all!! xx