I am a world class procrastinator.
If there were awards given, I am positive I would
proudly be displaying on my mantel Oscars, Pulitzer's and Nobel prizes for putting things off.
And no, I am not proud of this character flaw of mine. Oh no, for it gets me into no end of trouble.
I recall long nights of studying and cramming (and bouts of tears and tantrums) for exams when I had been given months to prepare but had found myself, at the last minute, attempting to learn an entire years worth of information in a single night.
Right now I have oppressing and fun-sucking dead lines looming and yet here I am, whittling away my time, googling, blogging, commenting and generally just doing everything in my power to not do the things that really need to get done.
I hope you all realise that your blogs are currently enabling my terrible weakness!
I desperately need to get my posterior into gear, but it wants to stay firmly glued to the couch doing as little as possible. (Did I hear a bone lazy? A couch potato? Yep and yep!)
So, instead of completing assignments and becoming a wise and intellectual being who will have her pick of well paying jobs, I am in the grip of a mammoth case of procrastination and have been trying to come up with reasons to delay writing my assignments.
Like I have to go search for that ridiculously rare Peruvian powdered herb that I just have to have for dinner tonight.
Or I just have to clear out the wardrobe and if that means I have to try on all my clothes to see if they all fit then so be it.
Or, I just need to have a wee peek at the op shop around the corner. And the one up the street. And the four that are a 15 minutes drive away.
Hell, I have even been known to clean as a way to put off doing homework!
Last week I intended to very briefly pop into a few shops before settling in for a long day of essay blathering. I was serious. I meant business. It was all going to get done. I sat down to start tip tapping away at the keyboard and ....... nothing. Brain fart. Flat line.
So I reasoned that as optimal brain function was required, some external stimuli (in the form of pretty frocks) was essential.
Stimuli was found in the form of this darling 80's dress with a gorgeous checker board pattern in aqua and white.
Even the label is so very 1980's!
Stimuli was also found in this gorgeous vintage (60's?) sleeveless ruffled beauty of a top that buttons up the back. I have been wanting a top like this for ages and was rapt to discover it for $3.
Unfortunately, not even all of that stimulation was enough to get that assignment written.
(But look at how cute this dress is? How could it not kick start my brain? How?)
Perhaps I need to be locked in a bare room with nothing but the computer and a big dose of grim determination.
Or perhaps I just need a few more op shops to inspire me and get the creative juices flowing.....