Hey all!
Ok, just so you all know, I'm finding even more difficult to concentrate right now then usual. A nasty side effect of staying awake for over 24 hours straight. Yeah... my bad.
Anyways, at the mo it's 9.15 am on the 23, yes, Thursday. But wait for it! Right all my Aussie friends are enjoying first period on Friday! Gotta love time zone changes. So now I will officially have lived through the 23rd twice.
Yes, seeing as we've waiting for our third and final plane till we get to Florida, I will give you my own twist on surviving a 14 hour flight.
1. Get on plane and realise that the seats aren't nearly cramped as you remember.
2. Sit back and enjoy the take off from the window seat you stole off your sisters, only then notice the random lady in the isle next to yours watching you.
3. As soon the seat belt sign goes off, start watching movies.
4. After a few hours and two movies eat the lunch the flight provides and once again notice random lady watching, though now with added annoyance of sister next to you complaining,too loudly, about the smell of the person in front to them.
5. Many movies later, decide you can't put off using the bathroom any longer, then get freaked out the the dammed vacuum flush.
6. Finish yet another movie to realise that the crappy headphones are making your ears hurt. Steal good quality ones off dad.
7. Ignore parents suggestions to get sleep, and watch yet another movie.
8. Bribe sister into eating strange 'dinner' the plane gives you, smells like fish but the assure you it's chicken.
9. Watch more movies, even though you promised yourself you'd get some sleep.
10. As sun rises outs realise you didn't sleep at all, shrug and eat weird pancakes they give you for breakfast.
11. Now that plane has landed you discover few other family members got any sleep. Discover this is particularly true for youngest brother, who didn't drink enough either, and proceeded to throw up just outside the plane.
12. Nickname brother spinach boy, as brussel sprouts kid doesn't sound as good.
Yeah. You gotta love Link. I tried to claim no relation, but thinking back on it, I've done the same thing when I was young, so yeah. Perhaps more relation then previously expected.
Well, have fun!!
Peanut
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
So... You're a orange
Right, so today I thought I'd like to point out that most of my friends and family are incredibly let say... patient with me. I must admit I think I am on occasion slightly... eccentric?
So, seeing as I've discovered people love reading about themselves, I'll explain to you the reasons behind their need for patients.
Hazel-
I'll start with my direct family members, and seeing who Hazel is the one who usually cops most of my intense laughing fits at home, I will give this paragraph to her. I'm slowly coming to realise that each of my family have a different default setting for each situation. For most of my family these setting don't interact with each other much so there is no problem; but unfortunately for Hazel most of the situations that make me rather prone to laughing fits, are the ones that make her incredibly sarcastic, not a good mix. This means that I usually end up curled up in a ball on the flour from laughing so hard, and all she dose is make it worse with her sarcastic remakes about my stupidity for finding her funny. The rest of my family have to suffer similar things, though not quite to the same degree as Hazel, and I think she's possible the most patient about it.
Leslie-
I have some of my most... interesting conversations with or around Leslie, and most of the time she simply laughs along with me or in other cases tries (and usually fails) to shut me up. A few occasions in particular spring to mind, one was around last week. We were sitting in the library trying to figure out a new idea for a short story when the libraries effect on us kicked in. From what I remember there was a long conversation about angles and demons, starting with me trying to turn the hand sign with devil horns into a halo, and ending with me using my left and right hand to represent different beards, left was a goatee as that's what the devil has and right being a 'manly beard'. Leslie found with quite amusing and we both annoyed Gwen with our immaturity as she tried to read some book.
The second occasion was in the fiction section of the library, the area that I think has possible double the effect the rest of the library has on us. To be honest I think both of us were in quite normal moods, that was of course until Hazel came over. She proceeded to give me as sticker that she claimed resembled me, the picture was that of an elephant. When I asked what she was implying Leslie said, with a straight face, that she was referring to my great memory. After this I remember little as I was laughing so hard and rolling on the floor.
The last thing I think I will mention is the only three things we argue about. The first is religion, Leslie claims there is nothing after death, while I argue there is, though not necessarily what religions say. We argue about this for extended periods and never come to any conclusion, and she won't accept any compromises.
The second is our break up, seeing as everyone seems to be married to everyone else these days Leslie and I recently went through a messy break up. We usually attempt to blame each other for said break up, and I'd like to take a moment to say that, Leslie you did throw my CDs across the flour and I didn't do it to your heart. If I had, you'd be dead.
The last and the most important, life changing and deep argument we have is, the 10th doctor against the 11th. David Tennant Vs Matt Smith. Although we have reached a compromise I got style she got personality, we still debate this topic because Floppy Haired Guy could never amount to DT. Sorry Leslie, but I win.
Vyvyan-
Possible the most eccentric of my friends, in a rather different way to the rest of us too. When together I usually find myself laughing at the clumsy things she dose instead of what I did. It's somewhat refreshing I must say. If worked up enough the two of us can laugh for some time, or laugh at each other for some time, both work quite well and be help amplify each other :). Also, I rarely find myself on the receiving end of any of the violence that Vyvyan tends to direct at Leslie. I am not sure weather to take this as a good or bad thing sometimes, though I appreciate it as I bruise myself enough playing tennis.
Gwen-
Gwen dose far more receiving randomness rather than dishing it out. Most of the other people I know give at lease some of what they take, this is far less the case to Gwen. Usually the levelheaded one in the group, she tends to role and sigh when one of the rest of us do something less then graceful. This is not to say she is without randomness, it's just that she is far more in control of hers. In most cases (especially when any of our group are beyond reasoning) she smiles and nodes, usually accompanying this with a 'yes (insert name here), of coarse.'.
Drazil-
I have referred to this particular being by his/her (I'm actually not sure) real name, and I don't see any point in hiding it, he (I'll refer to his as a boy as that's what I think he is, though I'm just as likely to be wrong) will probably never know as he's a blue tong lizard and, to the best of my knowledge, can't read. At this exact moment he is wondering around is rather over sized cage (note- he is still technically a baby and has a great deal of growing to do) and eating. Now this may seem like a completely normal thing to do and it is, the only odd thing is he has a small pile of the dirt/bark stuff that covered the bottom of his cage, on his head. Yes it seems even my pet lizard finds it necessary to try and use camouflage in an attempt to hide from me on occasion. *sigh*
Hope you enjoyed my appreciation of patient people, I am more than aware that I've barely mentioned any of the other people who equally deserve a paragraph or two, but seeing as it's getting late and I'm a lazy person, I'll leave it till the next time some pesters me into writing again to mention them. Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm always open to bribes to get the next post done ;).
So, seeing as I've discovered people love reading about themselves, I'll explain to you the reasons behind their need for patients.
Hazel-
I'll start with my direct family members, and seeing who Hazel is the one who usually cops most of my intense laughing fits at home, I will give this paragraph to her. I'm slowly coming to realise that each of my family have a different default setting for each situation. For most of my family these setting don't interact with each other much so there is no problem; but unfortunately for Hazel most of the situations that make me rather prone to laughing fits, are the ones that make her incredibly sarcastic, not a good mix. This means that I usually end up curled up in a ball on the flour from laughing so hard, and all she dose is make it worse with her sarcastic remakes about my stupidity for finding her funny. The rest of my family have to suffer similar things, though not quite to the same degree as Hazel, and I think she's possible the most patient about it.
Leslie-
I have some of my most... interesting conversations with or around Leslie, and most of the time she simply laughs along with me or in other cases tries (and usually fails) to shut me up. A few occasions in particular spring to mind, one was around last week. We were sitting in the library trying to figure out a new idea for a short story when the libraries effect on us kicked in. From what I remember there was a long conversation about angles and demons, starting with me trying to turn the hand sign with devil horns into a halo, and ending with me using my left and right hand to represent different beards, left was a goatee as that's what the devil has and right being a 'manly beard'. Leslie found with quite amusing and we both annoyed Gwen with our immaturity as she tried to read some book.
The second occasion was in the fiction section of the library, the area that I think has possible double the effect the rest of the library has on us. To be honest I think both of us were in quite normal moods, that was of course until Hazel came over. She proceeded to give me as sticker that she claimed resembled me, the picture was that of an elephant. When I asked what she was implying Leslie said, with a straight face, that she was referring to my great memory. After this I remember little as I was laughing so hard and rolling on the floor.
The last thing I think I will mention is the only three things we argue about. The first is religion, Leslie claims there is nothing after death, while I argue there is, though not necessarily what religions say. We argue about this for extended periods and never come to any conclusion, and she won't accept any compromises.
The second is our break up, seeing as everyone seems to be married to everyone else these days Leslie and I recently went through a messy break up. We usually attempt to blame each other for said break up, and I'd like to take a moment to say that, Leslie you did throw my CDs across the flour and I didn't do it to your heart. If I had, you'd be dead.
The last and the most important, life changing and deep argument we have is, the 10th doctor against the 11th. David Tennant Vs Matt Smith. Although we have reached a compromise I got style she got personality, we still debate this topic because Floppy Haired Guy could never amount to DT. Sorry Leslie, but I win.
Vyvyan-
Possible the most eccentric of my friends, in a rather different way to the rest of us too. When together I usually find myself laughing at the clumsy things she dose instead of what I did. It's somewhat refreshing I must say. If worked up enough the two of us can laugh for some time, or laugh at each other for some time, both work quite well and be help amplify each other :). Also, I rarely find myself on the receiving end of any of the violence that Vyvyan tends to direct at Leslie. I am not sure weather to take this as a good or bad thing sometimes, though I appreciate it as I bruise myself enough playing tennis.
Gwen-
Gwen dose far more receiving randomness rather than dishing it out. Most of the other people I know give at lease some of what they take, this is far less the case to Gwen. Usually the levelheaded one in the group, she tends to role and sigh when one of the rest of us do something less then graceful. This is not to say she is without randomness, it's just that she is far more in control of hers. In most cases (especially when any of our group are beyond reasoning) she smiles and nodes, usually accompanying this with a 'yes (insert name here), of coarse.'.
Drazil-
I have referred to this particular being by his/her (I'm actually not sure) real name, and I don't see any point in hiding it, he (I'll refer to his as a boy as that's what I think he is, though I'm just as likely to be wrong) will probably never know as he's a blue tong lizard and, to the best of my knowledge, can't read. At this exact moment he is wondering around is rather over sized cage (note- he is still technically a baby and has a great deal of growing to do) and eating. Now this may seem like a completely normal thing to do and it is, the only odd thing is he has a small pile of the dirt/bark stuff that covered the bottom of his cage, on his head. Yes it seems even my pet lizard finds it necessary to try and use camouflage in an attempt to hide from me on occasion. *sigh*
Hope you enjoyed my appreciation of patient people, I am more than aware that I've barely mentioned any of the other people who equally deserve a paragraph or two, but seeing as it's getting late and I'm a lazy person, I'll leave it till the next time some pesters me into writing again to mention them. Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm always open to bribes to get the next post done ;).
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Marshmallow wars
OK, so around an hour ago I overheard my sister, Hazel (as in Hazelnut) and my brother Sparkle (he chose that), arguing. I didn't hear much as I wasn't exactly interested and was trying to focus on writing, that was, until I heard the word marshmallow. On hearing said word I called out to Hazel and asked for a one, she called back saying that she'd in fact said 'her pillow', and seeing as I hadn't heard the conversation, I assumed she was telling the truth.
Half an hour later I heard a similar argument between the two again, though this time I distinctively heard Hazel say "Gees Sparkle, can you smell them or something!" before the word marshmallow was used again. Once again I called out to Hazel (being to lazy to actually get up) and once again, I received that answer that she'd said 'her pillow' not 'marshmallow'. Being too lazy I didn't pursue this, then I went and watched TV with Sparkle. After the program ended he proceeded to inform me that Hazel was hiding a bag of marshmallows in her room. Usually I'd ignore anything he said (he's a liar!), but seeing as I thought I'd heard several mentions to marshmallow's before I went and checked.
Hazel was in her room, doing stuff on the Internet (I think it was moshi monsters or something). When I came in and demanded she give me marshmallows she simply informed me, once again, that she didn't have any. Determined not to give up, we proceeded to have a discussion over this fact (most of it involving me pestering her for marshmallows). Now Hazel is a very good liar (I take full credit for that), but her skills died today as her story kept altering slightly. At some points she'd deny having any marshmallows and at others she'd almost imply it. Finally, Sparkle came in and preceded to find the hidden bag; at this point hell broke loose and the true war began. Hazel graped the bag and tried to keep it away from the two of us, until I managed to pull her to the ground, after which a lot of wrestling took place. Finally (after I let Hazel go on one occasion after she promised to let me have a marshmallow if I let her go, only to have her lie to me) Sparkle got hold of the bag and ran to his room (dumb move I must say). Hazel ran after him, me in close pursuit. In Sparkle's room the battle continued until Hazel got hold of the bag again and promised me a marshmallow should I let her go. Me being a dumb trusting idiot, trusted her. She sat up, pulled out a marshmallow, held it out to me then ate it as I reached for it.
At this point I was rather annoyed. As she ate the marshmallow victoriously I leapt at her, grabbed the bag out of her expecting hand and bolted the heck out of that room, laughing like a maniac. I ran through the house, dodging my parents while I fled for my life both laughing and screaming at the same time as I knew if Hazel caught me, I'd be dead. Finally I hit a dead end in my parents room where Resha (I have no idea, she chose it) was on the computer and Link (as in Zelda and Link, as he's still tried to beat one of the games) was on the wii. Now as I ran in screaming I jumped on the bed and tried to keep away from Hazel, Link decided to join in. Once again we ended up wrestling for the marshmallows, only this time Hazel tackled me. Finally, after a valiant struggle, Hazel got her marshmallows back and when back to her room. But to not fear, by this point I'd already eaten one, and had managed to steal another three with the help of Link who also grabbed a few.
At this very moment Hazel is steaming in her room, and I remain victorious.
Well not exactly as she seemed rather uncaring when I went to ask her what name she me to use for this blog. I'm beginning to think my family has simply stopped expecting maturity from me. Not that I'm complaining.
Until next time!
Peanut~
Half an hour later I heard a similar argument between the two again, though this time I distinctively heard Hazel say "Gees Sparkle, can you smell them or something!" before the word marshmallow was used again. Once again I called out to Hazel (being to lazy to actually get up) and once again, I received that answer that she'd said 'her pillow' not 'marshmallow'. Being too lazy I didn't pursue this, then I went and watched TV with Sparkle. After the program ended he proceeded to inform me that Hazel was hiding a bag of marshmallows in her room. Usually I'd ignore anything he said (he's a liar!), but seeing as I thought I'd heard several mentions to marshmallow's before I went and checked.
Hazel was in her room, doing stuff on the Internet (I think it was moshi monsters or something). When I came in and demanded she give me marshmallows she simply informed me, once again, that she didn't have any. Determined not to give up, we proceeded to have a discussion over this fact (most of it involving me pestering her for marshmallows). Now Hazel is a very good liar (I take full credit for that), but her skills died today as her story kept altering slightly. At some points she'd deny having any marshmallows and at others she'd almost imply it. Finally, Sparkle came in and preceded to find the hidden bag; at this point hell broke loose and the true war began. Hazel graped the bag and tried to keep it away from the two of us, until I managed to pull her to the ground, after which a lot of wrestling took place. Finally (after I let Hazel go on one occasion after she promised to let me have a marshmallow if I let her go, only to have her lie to me) Sparkle got hold of the bag and ran to his room (dumb move I must say). Hazel ran after him, me in close pursuit. In Sparkle's room the battle continued until Hazel got hold of the bag again and promised me a marshmallow should I let her go. Me being a dumb trusting idiot, trusted her. She sat up, pulled out a marshmallow, held it out to me then ate it as I reached for it.
At this point I was rather annoyed. As she ate the marshmallow victoriously I leapt at her, grabbed the bag out of her expecting hand and bolted the heck out of that room, laughing like a maniac. I ran through the house, dodging my parents while I fled for my life both laughing and screaming at the same time as I knew if Hazel caught me, I'd be dead. Finally I hit a dead end in my parents room where Resha (I have no idea, she chose it) was on the computer and Link (as in Zelda and Link, as he's still tried to beat one of the games) was on the wii. Now as I ran in screaming I jumped on the bed and tried to keep away from Hazel, Link decided to join in. Once again we ended up wrestling for the marshmallows, only this time Hazel tackled me. Finally, after a valiant struggle, Hazel got her marshmallows back and when back to her room. But to not fear, by this point I'd already eaten one, and had managed to steal another three with the help of Link who also grabbed a few.
At this very moment Hazel is steaming in her room, and I remain victorious.
Well not exactly as she seemed rather uncaring when I went to ask her what name she me to use for this blog. I'm beginning to think my family has simply stopped expecting maturity from me. Not that I'm complaining.
Until next time!
Peanut~
Monday, August 9, 2010
A day in the life of a peanut
Today was hardly a sunny, bright day as it was raining. Just the way I like it, though the cold sucks.
After an eventful class of dance, in which we learnt a some new moves for the jive, I had tutor. Now since everyone is choosing subjects for year 11, it so happened that Mandy and Bella (Don't think Leslie's given them names yet, so here they are!!!) brought up what I plan on doing with my life. Seeing as I'm a slightly obsessive gamer, I've decided that for my future I'm aiming to be a games developer, something a number of my friends find rather amusing.
Bella, hasn't come up with any plans for her future and has therefor decided to either become a gold digger, or die young. Mandy on the other hand has decided on a similar path, or a high paying job. I can never be certain as they spend most of tutor outlining my future for me. According to them, I shall in fact become extremal rich with my chosen career. You may be thinking that they are simply being supportive friends, by how wrong you are. After telling me I shall be incredibly rich and successful, they then proceeded to detail the way my social life will turn out. I will put this in their words (although not exact as my memory is appalling, I had to check my diary just to remember what subject I had first)
Mandy (M): Yeah, you'll be rich, but you're not going to have any friends. Even your family will disown you. I mean they pretty much already are.
Bella (B): Yeah, you'll be one of those people who tie their hair back really tight as a functionality thing so you can see the screen. And you'll let yourself go.
M: You'll end up sad and lonely in your huge empty house.
This was the basic idea of the whole conversation. I did try and retaliate with the comfort that although I may be rich and alone, I won't be poor and alone like them. They shook this off saying it didn't matter as they'd just marry rich people. I lost this argument miserably. After tutor was Physics, I class I find unusually boring. I sat with Aviator, most of the time he wears one of my fingerless gloves (they are rather epic) but today seeing as I wasn't wearing them he didn't get the chance. We did have one unusual conversation, but I cannot recall it at this time. And we also decided to move to different seats next lesson as to escape our current 'neighbours'. At the end the teacher gave out sweets for no apparent reason. Aviator complained that he hadn't earned the lollipop he'd chosen, but then refused to give it to a passerby who offered to take it for him. I ate my mini mars bar happily, coming to the conclusion that I'm pretty sure I'm a slight chocoholic.
After an incredibly uneventful, or more likely unproductive double drama I read some of Leslie's blog as I'd gotten too distracted by pictures on the Internet the night before to read it then. The last two classes were also rather unproductive, as I spent all of woodwork avoiding using the domino machine as I'm fairly sure that I'll ruin by job, and Pablo refused to do it for me. My last class, RAVE (Religious and Values Education (I think)) was annoying as our teacher is rather patronising and well, annoying. Though another student did sneak into the class and pretended to belong their until they realised that the teacher wasn't going to notice and quickly excused themselves, I will refer to him as Locks as I can and no one else seems to have named him either.
And lastly on the way home on the bus the clouds decided to disappear meaning the whole way home I had the sun in my eyes as I attempted to hold a conversation with Frog. I believe it's by punishment for being spared wet socks. Earlier that day I'd dragged Gwen to the canteen with me as I was hungry. I found an invitingly deep puddle and decided to check just how deep it was. It was close but I didn't actually get and water in my shoe, the sun in my eyes was, in my opinion, the worlds was of making sure I still suffer in some way.
And so my day, enjoy! Peanut~
After an eventful class of dance, in which we learnt a some new moves for the jive, I had tutor. Now since everyone is choosing subjects for year 11, it so happened that Mandy and Bella (Don't think Leslie's given them names yet, so here they are!!!) brought up what I plan on doing with my life. Seeing as I'm a slightly obsessive gamer, I've decided that for my future I'm aiming to be a games developer, something a number of my friends find rather amusing.
Bella, hasn't come up with any plans for her future and has therefor decided to either become a gold digger, or die young. Mandy on the other hand has decided on a similar path, or a high paying job. I can never be certain as they spend most of tutor outlining my future for me. According to them, I shall in fact become extremal rich with my chosen career. You may be thinking that they are simply being supportive friends, by how wrong you are. After telling me I shall be incredibly rich and successful, they then proceeded to detail the way my social life will turn out. I will put this in their words (although not exact as my memory is appalling, I had to check my diary just to remember what subject I had first)
Mandy (M): Yeah, you'll be rich, but you're not going to have any friends. Even your family will disown you. I mean they pretty much already are.
Bella (B): Yeah, you'll be one of those people who tie their hair back really tight as a functionality thing so you can see the screen. And you'll let yourself go.
M: You'll end up sad and lonely in your huge empty house.
This was the basic idea of the whole conversation. I did try and retaliate with the comfort that although I may be rich and alone, I won't be poor and alone like them. They shook this off saying it didn't matter as they'd just marry rich people. I lost this argument miserably. After tutor was Physics, I class I find unusually boring. I sat with Aviator, most of the time he wears one of my fingerless gloves (they are rather epic) but today seeing as I wasn't wearing them he didn't get the chance. We did have one unusual conversation, but I cannot recall it at this time. And we also decided to move to different seats next lesson as to escape our current 'neighbours'. At the end the teacher gave out sweets for no apparent reason. Aviator complained that he hadn't earned the lollipop he'd chosen, but then refused to give it to a passerby who offered to take it for him. I ate my mini mars bar happily, coming to the conclusion that I'm pretty sure I'm a slight chocoholic.
After an incredibly uneventful, or more likely unproductive double drama I read some of Leslie's blog as I'd gotten too distracted by pictures on the Internet the night before to read it then. The last two classes were also rather unproductive, as I spent all of woodwork avoiding using the domino machine as I'm fairly sure that I'll ruin by job, and Pablo refused to do it for me. My last class, RAVE (Religious and Values Education (I think)) was annoying as our teacher is rather patronising and well, annoying. Though another student did sneak into the class and pretended to belong their until they realised that the teacher wasn't going to notice and quickly excused themselves, I will refer to him as Locks as I can and no one else seems to have named him either.
And lastly on the way home on the bus the clouds decided to disappear meaning the whole way home I had the sun in my eyes as I attempted to hold a conversation with Frog. I believe it's by punishment for being spared wet socks. Earlier that day I'd dragged Gwen to the canteen with me as I was hungry. I found an invitingly deep puddle and decided to check just how deep it was. It was close but I didn't actually get and water in my shoe, the sun in my eyes was, in my opinion, the worlds was of making sure I still suffer in some way.
And so my day, enjoy! Peanut~
Monday, August 2, 2010
The BSDDG
Last week most of my years English speeches were due. I had to do mine on the second day, but a few of my friends didn't. So now I can happily watch everyone else stress over my first ever topic. The other day I was considering what actually makes up the art of Procrastination! (dramatic music!!) and I think I've narrowed it down to five points, that I will not officially name, BSDDG!!!
OK so now I think I'll break it down for you.
1. Boredom:
I'm pretty sure everyone knows the feeling when they know they have something they need to get done, be it homework, chores, music practice, speeches or anything else that needs prior planing and work. Well that's what starts it all off, when you know you need to get it done, but you really don't want to start. That or you have no idea where to start. Now for this first step to usually take place, the due date for said thing is usually a fair way off, be it not till the end of the week, or that you have the whole weekend to get it done, and it's only Saturday.
2. Stalling:
With this feeling of time your constant companion, you getting started off for just a moment, while you say, look up something your friend sent you, or post a certain blog. You may do this several times and only take a few minutes, maybe ten to twenty, possibly longer. But who cares? You still have all day!
3. Discovery:
Now this is when things get interesting. It's when, after only a short time of Stalling, you come across something genuinely interesting! Be it a sight devoted to awesome pictures, or funny points about the problems of all the Pokemon games (yes, Pokemon deserves a capital as it is awesome). So you begin looking into it, slowly becoming immersed in either gathering every single picture you like to complete sets that you've made up yourself (a particular example I can think off, is trying to collect a specific artists depiction of what every single Pokemon would look like if human. That means all 493. Well that was the number at the time, but now thanks to the new generation there are over 500) or simply finding it so much fun to read them all, you loose track of time. Note: Most of the Discoveries I am referring to are Internet related, but this is not always the case, it also includes a book you suddenly find while cleaning your room, or anything else you can think off.
4. Denial:
By this time, hours have passed, and you've barely noticed. You suddenly glance at a clock to discover that most of the day is gone. Suddenly you realise you've waisted most of your day doing something you didn't even want to do. At this point one either accepts they've just waisted their day, or they try to reason with themselves that they actually wanted to do that. In either case, one usually then tries to actually do some work. In some cases you actually succeed and my last point no longer seems relevant, but in most of my experience, you're mind-frame has gotten so used to whatever you were doing beforehand, that you keep finding yourself slipping back to it, the whole time either fighting it, or telling yourself that it's OK, just one more. And so, no work gets done that day.
5. Guilt:
The final, and most unpleasant part of the process. It's the feeling you get a 11 at night when you realise that you've just waisted you're whole day. Most of the time you were planning of doing something after the work was done, but since you spent the whole time Procrastinating you didn't even do that. Meaning you've just spent the most pointless day possible. The guilt also drifts into the possible later panic one gets when they are trying to write a whole speech the day before you have to actually give it, or just before a music exam (the reason I never want to sign up for one again).
And so, dear reader, I give you my five steps to Procrastination. Hope you enjoyed, and perhaps it will teach you a think or two about not doing it. Though I have found, over my years of life, that I actually do a pretty good job of writing most of an essay at 11 the night before it's due. I do not however like cramming. Don't do it, I hate it. Though it may work for you, I find it distracts from the facts you already know (it helps to have some facts though. If you don't, by all means cram.).
Well, see ya! Peanut!
OK so now I think I'll break it down for you.
1. Boredom:
I'm pretty sure everyone knows the feeling when they know they have something they need to get done, be it homework, chores, music practice, speeches or anything else that needs prior planing and work. Well that's what starts it all off, when you know you need to get it done, but you really don't want to start. That or you have no idea where to start. Now for this first step to usually take place, the due date for said thing is usually a fair way off, be it not till the end of the week, or that you have the whole weekend to get it done, and it's only Saturday.
2. Stalling:
With this feeling of time your constant companion, you getting started off for just a moment, while you say, look up something your friend sent you, or post a certain blog. You may do this several times and only take a few minutes, maybe ten to twenty, possibly longer. But who cares? You still have all day!
3. Discovery:
Now this is when things get interesting. It's when, after only a short time of Stalling, you come across something genuinely interesting! Be it a sight devoted to awesome pictures, or funny points about the problems of all the Pokemon games (yes, Pokemon deserves a capital as it is awesome). So you begin looking into it, slowly becoming immersed in either gathering every single picture you like to complete sets that you've made up yourself (a particular example I can think off, is trying to collect a specific artists depiction of what every single Pokemon would look like if human. That means all 493. Well that was the number at the time, but now thanks to the new generation there are over 500) or simply finding it so much fun to read them all, you loose track of time. Note: Most of the Discoveries I am referring to are Internet related, but this is not always the case, it also includes a book you suddenly find while cleaning your room, or anything else you can think off.
4. Denial:
By this time, hours have passed, and you've barely noticed. You suddenly glance at a clock to discover that most of the day is gone. Suddenly you realise you've waisted most of your day doing something you didn't even want to do. At this point one either accepts they've just waisted their day, or they try to reason with themselves that they actually wanted to do that. In either case, one usually then tries to actually do some work. In some cases you actually succeed and my last point no longer seems relevant, but in most of my experience, you're mind-frame has gotten so used to whatever you were doing beforehand, that you keep finding yourself slipping back to it, the whole time either fighting it, or telling yourself that it's OK, just one more. And so, no work gets done that day.
5. Guilt:
The final, and most unpleasant part of the process. It's the feeling you get a 11 at night when you realise that you've just waisted you're whole day. Most of the time you were planning of doing something after the work was done, but since you spent the whole time Procrastinating you didn't even do that. Meaning you've just spent the most pointless day possible. The guilt also drifts into the possible later panic one gets when they are trying to write a whole speech the day before you have to actually give it, or just before a music exam (the reason I never want to sign up for one again).
And so, dear reader, I give you my five steps to Procrastination. Hope you enjoyed, and perhaps it will teach you a think or two about not doing it. Though I have found, over my years of life, that I actually do a pretty good job of writing most of an essay at 11 the night before it's due. I do not however like cramming. Don't do it, I hate it. Though it may work for you, I find it distracts from the facts you already know (it helps to have some facts though. If you don't, by all means cram.).
Well, see ya! Peanut!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
So it begins
Today, I, Peanut Butter Sandwhich (yes, I do like this name) has started a blog!!! (dramatic music). So I shale share with you, dear reader, some of the more... interesting events that occure. That and ideas, so yeah enjoy!
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