Or am I?

The dust has settled once again in the aftermath of Studio interim and my technology review. The past week saw my life in a flustered chaotic lifestyle swinging from the highs of contentment from just reading a novel to the utterly bitter moments of what my friend calls 'zombie-ing out', the act of emotional disassociation from oneself to wholly concentrate on the academic task at hand in order to make datelines.

You may be wondering why am I reading a novel in the midst of all this calamity. But it's just one of the many little things I do to keep myself seemingly normal. But also, it could be viewed by many as just another way of me procrastinating said academic task at hand. God I hate it when my mom is right. She's been calling me out on that for quite a while. But I seem to have a talent in self-denial.

I'm not trying to alarm anybody here. I'm surviving, academically. I'm consistent in my diet. The only thing that bothers me is when my emotional levels take a hit especially after watching some sappy movie or completing a book which tugs at your heart strings, both of which I happen to do on the same day which would probably explain Sunday's wallowing in self-misery.

But seriously. I'm alright. Not great, but alright. My feedback from the interim may have been quite confusing, but I think i'll be able to straighten myself out and start afresh. My technology review may have been a bit of a disaster, but then again, whose wasn't. Everyone else in the unit seems to have produced a somewhat similar amount of work. But on the bright side I got a decent grade for my part in the primer work I did last semester with the essay I wrote regarding the act of running down Oxford Street in London (I'm thinking of posting this essay here).

I guess I just wanted to assert some kind of confidence back into being through this post and telling myself that I'm on the right path and that I'm fine. But at the same time, this constant attempt at self re-assurance is beginning to make me wonder 'Am I really?'