Friday, May 19, 2006

Oh, my.

So. Cricfic, eh? Because I've always wanted to read slashy goodness about McCullum and Bond.

I'm not sure whether to cringe or laugh. Why, Shane, I've always loved that shirt on you. Or off you. RAWR.

Procrastinate, procrasinate!

Of all times to not be doing one's work, surely the best is in your last spare quarter hour before you have to spend the day running around appeasing lecturers, supermarket shopping, and then giving the talk you are procrastinating about writing.

And just think, yesterday I was having a tantrum because I couldn't do my work, and now I just don't want to.

Whoever is in the bathroom (it's Mystery Girl, who needs a name, dammit!) needs to get out so I can brush my teeth! My wonderful plan for this morning ended before it began, because just when I was about to leap out of bed, G-Money stole the bathroom and occupied it for ages, and I couldn't get out of bed and start work without showering because I was sleeping in summer pj's because my winter pairs both are still drying, and this is a really long sentence.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Ah, the wonders of not doing one's work

I'm not quite sure why I'm so averse to the idea of transcribing an interview, but since Sunday I've been avoiding it like the plague. Which is stupid of me, really, since I need the info from it in order to write a report, for which I still need to do research. Oh well, I've got until Monday.

I should not be allowed to study at university. I am a bad person. A bad, undermotivated person who is filled to the brim with apathy. I should be screaming in frustration at my workload. I should be cursing my lecturers for making every thing so user-friendly. I should be kicking slippers across the room.

No, wait, that's not me...

But the point remains. I am a 3rd-year student in a reasonably complex discipline, close to the end of my second-to-last (penultimate, even) semester (I tried 'trimester' and I just couldn't do it), and I'm sitting at my computer eating mallowpuffs.

They should just kick me out now.

Although, I have yet to tell my life story to a students' counsellor in hopes of getting an extension (after the due date, even), unlike some people who's names begin with 'G'...

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