Less than 2 weeks, so much TV

So I have 12,000 words to complete in the next week. So far my method has been:

1) Write up study plan

2) Adjust study plan to account for day spent sleeping and catching up on new episodes of all TV series  ever aired (Anyone remember The Pretender?) 

3) Repeat steps 1&2 multiple times

4) Write some words

5) Start from step 1

Apparently it is not unusual to write entire theses in a couple of days. I'm not sure it can be done with so little willpower to draw on though. 

Gah! 

(anti)Procrastination strategy #6574987931

I am a procrasti-anythinger. Why limit onself to being a procrasti-cleaner or procrasti-baker? I will grab at anything - tree branches, thin air - to avoid doing the work I need to do.

HOWEVER, desperate times call for painful, wretched measures. Namely, waking up early in the morning. (Groan) And then, instead of turning to e mail/ blogs and facebook for sweet relief from the reality hangover, I will do some real work.

Blimey.

Im meeting my supervisor tomorrow and currently mid panicked flurry of activity so this fantastical day will probably occur on Saturday. This sums up my life for the last few months... hectic work before meeting -> present facade of diligent student during meeting -> collapse into an indolent pile of glued to tv until the next meeting.

I'm too old for this.

Humans! Aaargh!

The cray cray anti-Islam video does not surprise me. There are 6.973 billion people on the planet, multitudes get onto the internet every day and the only restrictions on the bullshit they add to the world wide web is their upload limit as per their internet contract.

This article by William Saletan is the best response I've come across so far, its matter of fact and doesn't waste time blaming people or being shocked and horrified.

Home is where... where you put the stuff you love?

The biggest life shift this year has been finding, setting up and residing in a share house. It's a freaking awesome homey, hippie house but it did require quite a bit of blood, sweat and tears to set up. The rental market is BRUTAL, especially if you're a student with a stopgap casual job. Noone seems to care that its a superfun job. Several Saturdays vanished in a haze of tottering between rental inspections - pretty sure one real estate agent thought i was stalking him, I saw his bewildered expression when I turned up to wander around yet another house with an air dazed hopefulness. Perhaps if I smiled sweetly someone will give me their house to have my sedate uni student parties in. Heh.

The hardest part: knowing my name is on the lease. I'm really quite attached to my ass and now it is on the line if ANYTHING happens to this beautiful house, or if one of my housemates skips town.Getting appliances and everything that a house needs was kinda annoying but also a life altering experience. Did you know there is such a thing as an avocado slicer, which looks NOTHING like a knife? Whoa.

The funnest part: living with friends is like a permanent sleepover where you don't have to get cold feet getting to your own bed! Walking to uni is through a magical forest (no, really, its like Narnia) and along a creek.

Spring skiing = tropical version of a winter sport

So its winter, and I'm up at the snow for a week of super intense writing with a dash of skiing thrown in. Unfortunately for my essays/ thesis the weather has been stunning, the ski slopes that I can see from my bedroom window look so smooth and fun. Oh dear.

The Boy organises this trip every year for his skiing friends and this is the first year I've come up. It's been pretty freaking awesome. The ski lodge is super comfortable located on the mountain itself so the highlight is definitely being able to roll out of bed and ski straight out of the lodge.A huge plus is that it's spring - lovely, sunny and warm! Benefits of a winter sport while avoiding frostbitten limbs. Win. 

Yesterday I woke up to snow flakes falling against the window! And it continued into the afternoon to provide us with some pretty awesome skiing! So soft and smooth to glide on. 

Wheeeeeeeee!

I really do love this blog. Having spent a hell of lot of time procrastinating on it crafting it with just the right shade of orange, which beautificiously [Beautiful + delicious. Anyone scrunching their noses right now go watch Stephen Fry's rant. Booyah!] complements that particular shade of green.... Ok so I'm a uni student its not like I attend class or anything.

So anyway multiple years later, I still nod my head when reading the rants I've published on this about relationships/ people etc and  I'M STILL PROCRASTINATING. Wtf. Now that I'm older, wiser, further into my degree (need to hunt down omniscient being to figure out how that happened), I have a 12,000 word thesis to write in ONE MONTH.  Technically 10 days because my supervisor wants a full draft first.

WHY do I get myself into these ridiculous situations?

On the bright side, my blog title is still relevant. Hooray. 

Plunging in

Heh. So I haven't posted in several years and the spammers have been trying to squat on it presumably with intention of getting their clammy paws on it but its mine, MINE g'damit! This tiny little piece of the websphere with my favourite colours recording some of my favourite rants. Chances are no one reads it anymore but whatevs :D

Anyway, I have the writing bug again! I suspect it bit me because I updated google reader and began to systematically follow my favourite blogs again. 

The craziness began on the road. 

So I'm in the car, being driven back from Melbourne. Phone rings, honours supervisor's number comes up. 

Panic attack. 

There may or may not have been some terrified throwing of the phone onto the next seat and putting a pillow on top of it. 

Ahem. 

Fast forward through 2 hours of rumination (The university loves me, it loves me not, but maybe it does love me, oh god it definitely doesn't love me) and l refuse to call back. The Boy, no stranger to these tormented mental journeys waits patiently for some sanity to return. 'You can make concrete plans once you know' he says. Annoyingly rational. Then, finally I am ready. Yes, I can handle the rejection. It will be okay. 

And the phone line is faulty when I returned the call. Of course, right? Of blooming course.

Anyway 12 hours later I found out I got in! Hooray! 

A celebratory evening of friends, wine, pasta and Dr Horrible's Sing Along Blog ensued.