Queatlez

'Tis my birthday! And today, I feel a little older. So far this day has been excellent! My flu symptoms are going away, I was gifted my fav perfume (Dior - Addict) and a gift voucher! Been getting loads of wishes and I'm extremely happy! Going out to celebrate tonight! Will be wearing a pink sash that says: Birthday Diva. lol. So excited! Usually I don't enjoy my birthdays. I tend to expect much more from then than they tend to deliver. Not in the way of gifts, or wishes, but in the way of my personal state of mind. I always feel the same, which is logical, but still unexpected. But this year, I feel different. I feel happy. I feel accompl

Today is one of those days when procrastinating takes on a new self-destructive awesomeness. When you have way too many things to do, so the solution is to do nothing and feel overwhelmed. Not clever at all... I am busy preparing slides and lesson plans for a lecture series on Egypt and I can feel the self-doubt creeping in and setting up camp in my Microsoft PowerPoint. It's as though I've forgotten the basics of the subject matter. I feel slightly lost, but still have confidence that I will get it done and that it will be awesome, interesting and enjoyable. I think my main problem is that I always hated lectures and going to class when the

Well, so I'm new here. Not new to the site. I've trawled the internet many times in search of inspiration and I often find myself back here with similar deviants and their deviations, though only recently I decided that I might contribute to the community. I'm not sure what I do would be considered art. I don't consider it art. My photos are clicks at opportune moments, my drawings are my hand doing something when my brain is too busy and my writing is the same. It's a form of escapism to me. I dunno. I guess, if someone can feel what you were feeling at the time, maybe that is art. Shared human experience. Maybe. Cheers Queatlez PS My ni