Tag Archives: procrastination

Seven Random Facts

19 Mar

Well, since it’s the last day of term and my thesis advisor wants me to do a few final revisions so she can send off my behemoth of an essay to a competition thingy that might get me $1200, clearly I should be here, on my blog, writing a post for no particular reason other than I thought of a random sentence that I could build off of and because I want to.

I’m so good at logic, guys. So good.

Aaaaanyhoo. It’s Wednesday. But this Wednesday feels oddly like a Monday morning and a Friday afternoon to me. So, for no reason in particular, I’m going to share seven things with you all that you probably don’t know about me and probably couldn’t know about me, unless you’re one of those people I’m friends with the real life times or whatever.

So. Here we go. Seven random things, just for procrastination FUN.

  1. I hate, and I do mean absolutely despise with the despairing wrath of a fatefully slighted demigod, messes of crumbs. *shudder*
  2. I can lick my elbow. Seriously. There are witnesses. It’s a fun party trick.
  3. I FUCKING LOVE CORSETS. Yes, they may be sent as tribute. I’m a size yeah-have-fun-figuring-that-out-because-hell-if-I-even-know-myself.
  4. I’m one of those people who shout “dog!” (or “puppy!”) every time they see one. Yeah. Every. time. I’ll shout it inside my head, if I can’t do it out loud for whatever reason. Because there’s a dog! DOG! Squirrel!
  5. If I can’t think of a title for something, I usually end up lolling around on the floor of my boyfriend’s room making incomprehensible noises until the world is just again and gives me an idea. Or until somebody stops in the hallway and expresses deep concern. One of those.
  6. I read fantasy/sci-fi nearly exclusively as a kid. Like, it got to the point that my mother tried to ban me from buying anymore books that had the word “wizard” in them. I think she might have been worried I was going to join the occult. Or something. I dunno. I just thought the plots were interesting. Like, some kid finds out they can speak dragon and joins up with a ragtag band of mythical creatures and must face certain death while completing lots of difficult tasks and thus prove their heroic nature while saving worlds upon worlds of people? YES PLEASE. Some twelve-year-old girl named Margaret gets her period and feels weird about it? Um. No thanks. I’ll just… sidle on over here to my unicorn stories… no no, no need to follow…
  7. I like sharks. A lot. Like, a lot. Sure, I’m more of a marine mammal kind of girl, but SHARKS ARE SO COOL GUYS SERIOUSLY THEY’RE SO COOL.

So. There ya go. Seven things I have procrastinated with by writing and that you probably just procrastinated by reading. Happy Wednesday-fake-Monday-fake-Friday!


Reasons Why I Obviously Cannot Edit My Thesis Right Now

12 Mar

I can think of ten totally legitimate, entirely logical, definitely-not-procastination-or-anxiety-based reasons why I am not and obviously cannot edit my thesis right now:  

  1. It’s almost dinner time. Sort of.
  2. My feet are cold.
  3. I am currently writing this blog post.
  4. I have not seen a real life cat today.
  5. There’s no proper tea around.
  6. I overslept this morning.
  7. The walls are green.
  8. It’s Wednesday.
  9. I think I have to pee.
  10. There’s a hanger on the couch.

Yup. There you have it. Simply cannot edit my senior thesis right now. Welp.


18 Dec


When you’re a child they tell you
when you grow up to do what you love,
but the world won’t pay for that –
so instead we fall into ranks of what someone else decided
we are qualified for,
based on the greed rumbling in the world’s belly
and the lust leering out its eyes this week,
just like someone before them decided that this was all
they were qualified for,
a long line of other people who know only your merest casing
deciding what you’re good for in life.
It doesn’t matter what you love.
The world loves extraordinary,
but banishes different.
It’s a hard place to get along.
And it’s not technology that’s distanced us
but the leeriness of what might happen if we really set to it.
There was always something there,
to mask that fear under the stank of unproductivity.
Fear is too subtle a scent to be detected under a louder assault.
And so instead of facing the constant possibility
that we might not be good enough,
we click on a new browser, open another tab,
and while away the hours with the distraction of others
doing exactly the same thing,
because we’re all afraid of the demons inside us.
Technology didn’t make them –
it’s just one more curtain we use to pretend they aren’t there.
Maybe we’re the ones that made them,
telling each other that in the end, it doesn’t matter what you love.
That this is all you’ll ever be good for.
Because we’ve been taught to size each other by the merest casings.
It’s hard, for a ghost to ever prove substance.