The Mother of all Procrastinator's

   I'm one of those people that MEGA envies anyone that can do their work, hobbies, even hold conversations without getting distracted.

   'Cos I ain't one of them.
 
  As I write this I am currently on a "break" from a 1500 word essay. "That's not that much" you may say, or, " Everyone deserves a break once in a while" which is all true, except I haven't earned this break. I stole it.

  I'm currently 700 words into my essay and that has taken me two days. TWO DAYS. I used to be able to sit down, brainstorm and then BOOM essay done in a day. Somethings broken. I'm broken.

   So instead of doing my essay, I've done lots of other things. I shall list them for you;

• Listened to the entire Lion King soundtrack. Not whilst working, I just sat and listened
• Creeping on Facebook. In fact I did this so intently, I lost all track of how I ended up where I did. Skills.
• I've been "working" for two hours and I've already have 4 very large cups of tea
• Googled myself
• Googled my Youtube
• Googled my Blog
• Updated my Blog

   I know that a lot of people procrastinate, and I'm sure while some of you are reading this on your "break" others are not, but that's cool, no judgement here. 

   I gonna get back to my essay, Facebook creeping and obsessive colour coordinating of my folder, but I hope this helped you kill a few minutes of your day....it did for me.

I made another Vlog, the 12 days of me!

Printing made me ponder

   Pretty sure I can't be the only person in the world that manages to make mistakes constantly, its human nature, right?


   I got a printer to take to Uni with me, to ultimately save me money in the long run cos printing is mighty expensive when everything you do has to be word processed.

   I don't profess to be a techno-whizz, in fact, I'm probably the farthest thing from it, but I was hoping that once the hardship was overcome ( setting up the printer) everything would be easy sailing from there. How wrong I was.


   Printing 1 page resulted in me being surrounded by countless pages of doubles-sided gibberish and covered in ink. I'm not even sure how it actually happened, anyway, this incident sparked something in my noggin'. Am I as useless as other joke I am?

   It's a running theme amongst my friends and family, that my uselessness and regularity of faux pas', evoke general bemusement. Whilst wiping the ink from my face, I was thinking that others have to be the same. I know we're all different, but surely others have those moments where they even baffle themselves?


    Then I got to thinking about the possibility of others doing exactly the same as me. If it was such a common occurrence, why is it still funny? Why is it still shocking when I emerge from my room covered in printer ink? Why are blunders, accidents, cock ups, whoopsies still the subject of hilarity, when its pretty much the norm?

   Just a thought.