- Be the Lady Gaga of studying, and stop wearing pants. It’s not like anyone wants to anyway – liberate yourself~
- Having said that, masturbating in the library is too liberating. The prolonged rubbing noise is distracting. Also the moaning at the end.
- Try Coke + vanilla syrup. You need caffeine, and this is the ultimate treat. It has all the effects of a luxurious bubble bath – in a drink (…only you’re not drinking suds, heh). I’ve also heard it’s amazing when added to hot chocolate and coffee.
Irrelevant fact: The phrase “exorbitant amounts of caffeine” is a pet hate. AHAHA OH YES YOU ARE SO CLEVER AND WITTY WITH THE BIG WORDS HURRRR . No, it’s cliche. D:
- Play a computer game. Preferably something more intense than Minesweeper. Suddenly you have adrenaline to keep you studying through the night. Of course that’s a legitimate reason for procrastination!
- Be pretty. Often the text “HANG ON I NEED TO PUT ON PANTS” means I’m switching the sun dress and heels for a sloppy grey cardigan and tired sneakers. Dressing like a slob doesn’t inspire ambition.
- Nail polish. I am addicted to the smell, which also comes with the bonus of not being able to touch anything for a few minutes. (Oh snap, I can’t study!)
- Pray for non-stop rain. These perfect spring nights are soul-crushing.
- Lots and lots of sushi. The walk is a legit study break (mmm, fresh air!), and has a delicious outcome.
- Google image search Orlando Bloom, and remind yourself that the world isn’t nearly as bleak as it feels.
Or just procrastinate, you naughty thing:
Here are some sites I can recommend!
I have one reason against getting married (ignoring how no one would have me hurrrr): no husband would ever agree to sharing a house with 6+ cats. Also, the odds aren’t high of finding someone who is exactly like James May.
~*~SO DREAMY~*~
Kitties I want~
Buying a house to put a cat in is the main reason I want to hurry up and finish university.
- Thai cat. The “modern Siamese cat” are mean-looking bullies with their POINTY FACES OF DEATH, but these are normal cats in super pretty colours.
- Miniature cat Based on what little knowledge I have THEY STAY KITTENS FOREVER.
- Ragdoll cat During my intellectual conversations with someoneeee (♥) about marrying James May, and cats called Lord Denning, they mentioned this cat. This is the cat. Almost like a Thai cat, but fluffy. Apparently they flop around when you pick them up, and all because of genetics, not because I’ve annoyed them until they’ve surrendered all hope of ever escaping my clutches (d’awwwwww!).
- Bonsai cat. CATS YOU CAN GROW IN JARS.
Although honestly, shopping for a certain breed of cat is bizarre; you’re supposed to walk into the SPCA (of course), and instantly bond with an abandoned little kitty. Then you leave with about nine of them. But I wouldn’t even buy a handbag I didn’t have some ~emotional connection~ with, so what do I know?
And to put a really depressing spin on this blog post
This is the cat I really want the most. I know this because I compare all potential cats to this one, and she was just a moggy. I miss waking to her heaving up fur-balls just inches away from my face.
I’m going to sulk now (bawwwww!). Or look at pictures of James May. Whatever works.
Curious. Interesting. Pretty.
I’m so disappointed! If you stalked me enough, your adjectives would be more accurate and you’d know I’m not worth stalking at all. For shaaaaaame.
This is what I did yesterday. Interesting? We shall see:
- Wake up at 8:58am. HATE HATE HATE HATE.
- Despair because I weigh 100g more than yesterday. The tragedies that are my life!
- See above post on Facebook. Scoff.
- I am running late for my one lecture of the day. Get text from friend saying “GONNA BE SO LATE” which makes me lol.
- Arrive at lecture about four minutes late. Friend turns up a minute later (heeee).
- We are learning about private nuisance. Particularly Rylands v Fletcher, in which I learn (yet again) that Law is gorgeously pedantic.
- Lecture finishes about seven minutes early (yusss!). Talk to friend for a bit, probably about how screwed we are for exams. Or just life in general.
- Walk home. Wonder how I can get my mum to print out a certain form and send it to me to fill out/hand it in without her worrying that I’m actually taking serious steps in drastically changing my degree.
- Realise that I should probably reassure Mum, who is the #1 of this blog, not to panic. I have a (smart!) plan that satisfies my indecisiveness quite nicely.
- Go to supermarket. Buy Coke Zero (on which I am heavily dependent) and yoghurt.
- Wonder how I can further increase my calcium intake.
- Come home. Realise that I forgot to buy cheese. My life is over.
- Fantasize about feta cheese while visiting my daily sites: Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Google Reader.
- I find this post in my Google Reader, which I will be checking a lot today because the Pagan series is my crack.
- Look at lecture notes for Jurisprudence that I borrowed. Notice we’re both missing the same four lectures. DOOOOOOOOOMED.
- 3pm. Eat pasta while watching CardGamesFTW‘s videos. Remember I ought to be studying, but I’m tired and hoping to wake up… eventually.
- Have a nap. Remember I ought to be studying.
- Watch an episode of Top Gear. Promise to study after this.
- Wonder if Dad remembers that he promised to take us to Auckland for some Top Gear-fest involving lots of cars and explosions. I hope my #1 fan reminds him.
- In this episode (season 10), they are having a drag race. James says, “If I take the hand break off… that’ll increase my chances”. *swoooooooon*
- I have a bizarre crush on Captain Slow, yes.
- Finish watching Top Gear. During which I have written out some lecture notes.
- Procrastination shower! A habit I started in first year; I don’t get out until I’m ready to study.
- Worry about the haphazard way I use semi-colons.
- Translate 32 lines of Lucretius, who is reminiscing about cave men. I really really really really really want to go to bed, despite it being 8:30pm. Talking to myself helps me concentrate.
- Need do much more work, but as I’ve been inexplicably tired today I’ve just shuffled around my to-do list for the rest of this week.
- Get distracted by strange feelings of squishy love for someone who posted this video on Facebook, because we feel exactly the same way about God. That is, we are both cynical, lolz.
- Start a fight with one of my friends’ friends on Facebook, because I’m that tough. I’m totally winning.
- Freak out, because it’s past my bedtime. I need to be in bed at 10:30pm if I’m to get up at 9am without much protest. (It takes at least an hour for me to fall asleep… also I am secretly a cat.)
Interesting? Yeah, no. I hope we have learned something today!
As for “pretty”, last night I was sitting in pyjamas. My hair was standing on end, a poofy cloud from all the times I ran my fingers through it out of exasperated, sleepy, death-by-Latin feelings. Like Medusa, but without the snakes. Just fuzz. Hot.
…I just realised that after posting something outrageously long/boring, and convincing my most loyal fans that I’m lame… my blog is now pointless. GOOD GOING BECKA.
