yes, it has been "a while"
so, anyway, uh.... sorry about that my beloved blogfans (all 2 of you, you know i love you)
i'm doing this graduate diploma of education thing at the moment. it's pretty full on (and by that i mean that i have 3 major assignments to write by friday) and i am desperately avoiding actually working on said assignments.
i am lucky in that i have a boyfriend, a housemate, 2 cats, several books and the whole internets to divert me from my neccesary assignmently duties. if i make tea, eat, pat a cat, read overheard in new york and penny arcade, eat a cat, pat my tea, dye my hair, take a nap, read books featuring studly scottish gentlemen, and generally procrastinate the hell out of my day, i can spend less than 2 hours actually working.
the guilt and fear of increasing time pressure is astonishingly painful, but still not as painful as the actual assignment writing.
a friend of mine claims that she has a seperate personality who writes assignments for her. she simply loads up on wine, locks the alter in her room and waits for an assignment to happen. maybe i should do the same?
i actually reading shitloads of novels at the moment, all the robin hobb books (depressing and fascinating), and all the diana gabaldon books (saucy and jolly good fun. the stack of read books on my bedside table is almost a foot high - i am just drawn to huge books, i don't know why. che calls me a book monster because i eat them all in one gulp, i just sit down one evening with a new book and read it non-stop until it's done. luckily i'm only that way for books, not chocolate or booze or drugs, coz it's a major out-of-control addiction.
speaking of drugs, i've never wanted a cigarette so much in my life. as i haven't smoked for nearly 3 yrs now, i'm not planning on starting again, but i wish there was something i could do to make the wanting go away. the best defence against smoking is the fact that my man thinks it's the most gross thing ever, and his face when he smells smoke in my hair is enough to put me off taking it up again. but yeah, this year has been pretty stressful for me. i'm at uni every day by 9am (getting up at 6.45), and i work the weekend at my menial job. i have no days off. i have no money at all, and no time to do stuff i want to do, let alone boring stupid crap like washing clothes and making food i'd like to eat. but i can see the light at the end of the tunnel - thank god - and it's very slowly getting bigger and brighter. next year i will be 26, and fully qualified for a well paid job i actually think id like to do.
hmm, guess i'll go write some assignment. or make a cup of tea. or something. :P
love,
noons
i'm doing this graduate diploma of education thing at the moment. it's pretty full on (and by that i mean that i have 3 major assignments to write by friday) and i am desperately avoiding actually working on said assignments.
i am lucky in that i have a boyfriend, a housemate, 2 cats, several books and the whole internets to divert me from my neccesary assignmently duties. if i make tea, eat, pat a cat, read overheard in new york and penny arcade, eat a cat, pat my tea, dye my hair, take a nap, read books featuring studly scottish gentlemen, and generally procrastinate the hell out of my day, i can spend less than 2 hours actually working.
the guilt and fear of increasing time pressure is astonishingly painful, but still not as painful as the actual assignment writing.
a friend of mine claims that she has a seperate personality who writes assignments for her. she simply loads up on wine, locks the alter in her room and waits for an assignment to happen. maybe i should do the same?
i actually reading shitloads of novels at the moment, all the robin hobb books (depressing and fascinating), and all the diana gabaldon books (saucy and jolly good fun. the stack of read books on my bedside table is almost a foot high - i am just drawn to huge books, i don't know why. che calls me a book monster because i eat them all in one gulp, i just sit down one evening with a new book and read it non-stop until it's done. luckily i'm only that way for books, not chocolate or booze or drugs, coz it's a major out-of-control addiction.
speaking of drugs, i've never wanted a cigarette so much in my life. as i haven't smoked for nearly 3 yrs now, i'm not planning on starting again, but i wish there was something i could do to make the wanting go away. the best defence against smoking is the fact that my man thinks it's the most gross thing ever, and his face when he smells smoke in my hair is enough to put me off taking it up again. but yeah, this year has been pretty stressful for me. i'm at uni every day by 9am (getting up at 6.45), and i work the weekend at my menial job. i have no days off. i have no money at all, and no time to do stuff i want to do, let alone boring stupid crap like washing clothes and making food i'd like to eat. but i can see the light at the end of the tunnel - thank god - and it's very slowly getting bigger and brighter. next year i will be 26, and fully qualified for a well paid job i actually think id like to do.
hmm, guess i'll go write some assignment. or make a cup of tea. or something. :P
love,
noons