Hog on the Run
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Procrastination
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."Douglas Adams
It's amazing just how long I can put off doing something. My approach tends towards leaving it until it is a) too bloody late by a long shot or b) pointless. I now believe myself to actually be incapable of just getting on and finishing it. It is for this very reason that it took me four and a half years to finish a three year university degree. Do I need to explain that playing Zelda on my Un-intendo 64 was infinitely more necessary to me than completing a 4000 word essay on the political effects of the printing press? Or that discussing porn in the pub was more interesting than dissecting the history of the romantic novel (providing a comprehensive list of all references)? Or that seeing Rolf Harris in concert was more vital than revising? Actually, I never went to that concert, stayed home "to revise", but instead had a two hour bath and watched a documentary on the SAS. Bloody typical.
Even right at this moment, I am completely failing to tidy the bedroom in any way. Look at me. I'm still not moving, despite the fact that it would really make Sidekick happy if I would just have at it.
The point to all this is how enjoyable procrastination can be. Every now and then, if you just can't be arsed, let it go. After years of practice I can take not being arsed-ness to a whole new level of slothful inadequacy. It's my art.
Suppose I'll go put some clothes away and hoover. But first I need to read this book I got yesterday, smoke a few and then perhaps a face mask? So many fabulous ways to waste time, so little excitement in the things I should do.
In other news: today I consistently typed "pumpls" instead of "pumps" and "chimney bresty" instead of "chimney breast". I feel sure my brain is doing this on purpose, with the sole intention of preventing death by complete boredom. Is sniggering a sackable offense?
Pumpls. I like it. *Snigger*
:: gibbered Okapi, at 12:09 pm
3 Comments:
I like it, too!
My aunt once typed that her outdoor dog was an "ourtood" dog. I like it! What a cute little ourtood...!
Almost every time I am writing "that it" and I mess up and write "tha tit". Hahaha-that makes me laugh. I try to catch them all, but who knows how many work emails I have sent with that in them.
Your foreign slang prevents me from understanding half of what you write...but i get the gist of it.
procastination is like heroin. It's such a rush to not do what you are supposed to be doing and eventually get away with it. But every once in a while you have a bad trip and it fucks you up hard core. However, the only way to forget how bad you messed up last time is to get away with being slack again.
vicious, vicious cycle
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Procrastination
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."Douglas Adams
It's amazing just how long I can put off doing something. My approach tends towards leaving it until it is a) too bloody late by a long shot or b) pointless. I now believe myself to actually be incapable of just getting on and finishing it. It is for this very reason that it took me four and a half years to finish a three year university degree. Do I need to explain that playing Zelda on my Un-intendo 64 was infinitely more necessary to me than completing a 4000 word essay on the political effects of the printing press? Or that discussing porn in the pub was more interesting than dissecting the history of the romantic novel (providing a comprehensive list of all references)? Or that seeing Rolf Harris in concert was more vital than revising? Actually, I never went to that concert, stayed home "to revise", but instead had a two hour bath and watched a documentary on the SAS. Bloody typical.
Even right at this moment, I am completely failing to tidy the bedroom in any way. Look at me. I'm still not moving, despite the fact that it would really make Sidekick happy if I would just have at it.
The point to all this is how enjoyable procrastination can be. Every now and then, if you just can't be arsed, let it go. After years of practice I can take not being arsed-ness to a whole new level of slothful inadequacy. It's my art.
Suppose I'll go put some clothes away and hoover. But first I need to read this book I got yesterday, smoke a few and then perhaps a face mask? So many fabulous ways to waste time, so little excitement in the things I should do.
In other news: today I consistently typed "pumpls" instead of "pumps" and "chimney bresty" instead of "chimney breast". I feel sure my brain is doing this on purpose, with the sole intention of preventing death by complete boredom. Is sniggering a sackable offense?
Pumpls. I like it. *Snigger*
It's amazing just how long I can put off doing something. My approach tends towards leaving it until it is a) too bloody late by a long shot or b) pointless. I now believe myself to actually be incapable of just getting on and finishing it. It is for this very reason that it took me four and a half years to finish a three year university degree. Do I need to explain that playing Zelda on my Un-intendo 64 was infinitely more necessary to me than completing a 4000 word essay on the political effects of the printing press? Or that discussing porn in the pub was more interesting than dissecting the history of the romantic novel (providing a comprehensive list of all references)? Or that seeing Rolf Harris in concert was more vital than revising? Actually, I never went to that concert, stayed home "to revise", but instead had a two hour bath and watched a documentary on the SAS. Bloody typical.
Even right at this moment, I am completely failing to tidy the bedroom in any way. Look at me. I'm still not moving, despite the fact that it would really make Sidekick happy if I would just have at it.
The point to all this is how enjoyable procrastination can be. Every now and then, if you just can't be arsed, let it go. After years of practice I can take not being arsed-ness to a whole new level of slothful inadequacy. It's my art.
Suppose I'll go put some clothes away and hoover. But first I need to read this book I got yesterday, smoke a few and then perhaps a face mask? So many fabulous ways to waste time, so little excitement in the things I should do.
In other news: today I consistently typed "pumpls" instead of "pumps" and "chimney bresty" instead of "chimney breast". I feel sure my brain is doing this on purpose, with the sole intention of preventing death by complete boredom. Is sniggering a sackable offense?
Pumpls. I like it. *Snigger*
:: gibbered Okapi, at 12:09 pm
3 Comments:
I like it, too!
My aunt once typed that her outdoor dog was an "ourtood" dog. I like it! What a cute little ourtood...!
My aunt once typed that her outdoor dog was an "ourtood" dog. I like it! What a cute little ourtood...!
Almost every time I am writing "that it" and I mess up and write "tha tit". Hahaha-that makes me laugh. I try to catch them all, but who knows how many work emails I have sent with that in them.
Your foreign slang prevents me from understanding half of what you write...but i get the gist of it.
procastination is like heroin. It's such a rush to not do what you are supposed to be doing and eventually get away with it. But every once in a while you have a bad trip and it fucks you up hard core. However, the only way to forget how bad you messed up last time is to get away with being slack again.
vicious, vicious cycle
procastination is like heroin. It's such a rush to not do what you are supposed to be doing and eventually get away with it. But every once in a while you have a bad trip and it fucks you up hard core. However, the only way to forget how bad you messed up last time is to get away with being slack again.
vicious, vicious cycle
