Didn't see myself here a few months ago.

This blog is going to sound incredibly insensitive.
And it's posting is probably going to bring about some incredibly bad luck.

But I'm the only one I know in a relationship.
*Touch Wood*

When it started, 4 months and a day from today, there were several relationships ongoing simultaneously. Honestly, it kinda felt like we were all smushed together, one big block of happy and awesome.

But then it chipped and cracked, and as the marble fell, it just seems like we've been left standing above the rest.
*touch wood*

And as much of a braggart I feel saying it, it feels kind of good.
"Romantic screw-up doesn't really screw up for 4 months and a day"
...
Well, I suppose there is a reason I don't write for a newspaper.

I won't beat around the bush, I'm incredibly ecstatic and proud that I've found a girl who has given me previously unfelt happiness, whilst being patient enough to stick around and ignore my errs, but i feel a little guilty that no one (Save maybe Tabby) is sharing this immense joy.
But then again, that little stab of guilt is thoroughly masturbatory, and I feel pretty good about feeling bad.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm getting really worried by my inability to properly prioritise. During the holidays, where I'm supposed to be completing Math practice papers, English AS and IT GCSE, I've done none, in favour of trivial activities. My order of preference?
1) Sleeping
2) Intensive washing
3) Gaming
4) Drinking (fluids, not alcohol)
5) Leaving my house
6) Eating
7) Work

...This is mildly unhealthy, to say the least. I can't do any work on friday, because I'm meeting my thoroughly interesting German Jewish Great Aunt who escaped Nazi Germany, and my parents will be suspicious during the weekend. Thus, tomorrow i'm working my ass off.
If I can even get out of bed.
Or stop washing.
Or put down my DS
Etc.