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Busy bee

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I have got a ton of things to get done this week which of course means the time is whizzing by. We go away on holiday on Friday evening – I am going to Gatwick straight from work – so I have two evenings (including this evening and it’s already 9.30pm) left at home in which I need to get the following things done:

  1. Do all the washing/ironing (well, ok… maybe not the ironing)/putting away of laundry

  2. Pack cases and hand luggage

  3. Write an entire essay (final essay is due in on Tuesday so needs to be posted before I leave the country on Saturday morning!)

  4. Get all the holiday documents together

  5. Get rid of all unwanted hair and treat my skin. Oh crikey – does California know what is in store?

In addition, I would quite like to do the following as added bonuses:

  • Do all our admin/filing – make sure we don’t miss any bills/payments while we are away (although I think everything is done by direct debit)

  • Finish quilting my quilt – I *do* know this is not a priority but I would so love to come back and just have to do the binding

  • Clean the house top to bottom – or maybe shove the vacuum about a bit

  • Read the rest of the California and Las Vegas Rough Guide

  • Watch all my TV programmes so I am up-to-date and Sky + is clear for all the TV it is going to have to record while we are away!

So what the hell am I writing my blog for?!?!?!

Procrastination for the nation

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It’s everywhere I look. Bloggers everywhere seem to be blogging about what they should be doing and what they are doing to avoid doing what they should be doing. Phew! For me it’s that time again. Well, in truth, it’s actually 8 days PAST that time again. I am overdue on my next OU essay and I have not yet written a word. Illness and a holiday have so far given me pseudo-reasons for not getting on with it. Also, my tutor has ignored the two emails I sent to him requesting an extension (both sent BEFORE the due date like a good little girl). So I am in a huff with him for not replying. Yeah, I will show him. Watch me not do my essay. I keep changing my mind about which essay to write so I have done the reading for both.

    I know I leave things to the last minute but I am seriously struggling to write this essay. My heart is not in it and when that happens, well, I am screwed. The problem is my heart is not in a lot of things lately. I feel like everything has come to a stand still and I am standing on my own in the middle of nowhere with nothing in front or behind. There is a lot of pressure on me to stick with this course – if I am serious about becoming a teacher – an English teacher at that – then I ought to be able to summon the necessary passion or will to write 1500 goddamn words.

    Ack this isn’t getting my essay written, is it? Sorry for the whinge. I am off to look up the lyrics to ‘Who let the dogs out’ or some such shit and get the fuck on with it.

    Essays suck ass. Discuss.

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    I have been trying to write an essay all evening and its not going so well. It is at times like these that I wonder why I am doing this to myself. I commute 4 and a half hours a day, I have a personal trainer with unrealistic expectations, I have a house that needs occasional cleaning (luckily hubs helps out here) and on top of all of that, I am trying to get a second degree? What is up with that? The really annoying this is about this new course is that I know a lot of the material. I studied some of this for my first degree. But after doing a literature course that required literary appreciation and then the creative writing tosh, I just cannot get into the groove of writing a factual discussion-based essay. The last time I had to write an essay like this was for my finals and I graduated over nine years ago. Ugh, that makes me feel really fucking old. It really is amazing what you can find on the internet when you are trying to avoid working. This evening I have been mostly watching That 70s Show clips on You Tube and reading other peoples blogs. Even writing this seems like an effort because it requires actual thought. My brain is actually turning into some kind of vegetable. Like a courgette.