Procrastination.

I'm in the middle of finals/exams at the moment and once again the procrastination bug has bitten. I absolutely cannot focus. So here I am writing a rather pointless blog about nothing particular interesting. The problem I guess is not so much that I can't focus, but more the fact that having finally gotten around to completing one of my essays I have this over-inflated sense of accomplishment and feel I deserve break.

It's funny how being completely and utterly bored can motivate someone to sit down and actually get something done. That was me yesterday. I got called into work and was in an office all by myself for 4.5 hours. It was almost eerie sitting there all by myself. Even more eerie when the phone rang and pierced the silence. Despite the eeriness it would seem that, that amount of time spent in relative silence and isolation makes for perfect conditions to start and finish an essay.

Random Post #13923

It's been a while since I've posted. I've decided I am really bad at this blogging business, but to be honest I haven't really had much to say the past couple of weeks. With the end of semester looming near, I've spent most of my time madly catching up on uni readings. The good news is that my arm is much better. The hideous bruise has disappeared, it took a while and at one stage faded to a weird green colour, which reminded me of mould on bread (random, I know). But it's gone now. I'm back to driving myself around, for the most part (freedom, hurrah!).

Every semester around exam time I get incredibly contemplative. This year being my final year of uni I keep thinking about what I want to do next year. I didn't apply for any graduate jobs, in fact I'm not even sure if the corporate world is for me. I'm thinking of taking a year off to "find myself" and to travel. Ultimately, I hate making decisions, and this is one that gives me a migraine. Who knows where I'll end up, but in my incredibly contemplative state I agreed to a rather drastic hair style change over the weekend and now find myself with a fringe. Not sure if I like it yet, or maybe it's just the fact that every time I see my reflection I don't recognise myself. Either way lesson learnt: when in a weird contemplative state of mind DO NOT make ANY decisions, including hair style changes.

Walking Disasters.

As I sit here struggling to type this blog with only one hand. I'm contemplating how on earth I became one of 'those' people...you know, the ones that are always losing things, running late and injuring themselves. Walking disaster is another way to describe such individuals. Well, it would seem somewhere along the line I joined the ranks of all the others.

My latest disaster is a muscle strain injury to my right arm. For several days (through my own stupidity) I dismissed the pain stemming from this bruise as being 'no big deal'...

As it turns out, I've severely strained the muscles in my arm and wrist. I cannot drive or carry heavy things...and by heavy I really mean anything because even holding my iPhone hurts. I now realise most normal people would not ignore a bruise that looks THAT bad. Everyone who has seen it has been baffled as to why I didn't see a doctor sooner. In fact, I'm wondering that myself...So now, here I am, with an arm that resembles an encased sausage of sorts.

The only plus to come out of the situation is that I have been able to justify taking time off from uni to "rest" (read: catch up on episodes of Boardwalk Empire). Hope you're all having a better week than me!