SSDD

4 01 2008

I should be writing an essay (due midnight tonight, word count = 0) but as is my way (which you will know by now if you have ever read my blog ever), I suck. I have not yet finished the reading and I have a lot of actual work to do (the kind that puts food on the table). I predict another anguish-heavy evening of writing something sub-par and not nearly as good as I could actually write if I, say, applied myself. This is something I talk about a lot but I really wish that one day, the work-hard fairy would come along and sprinkle me with her motivation dust.

On the bright side, I am really doing my bit for the environment with my massive conservation programme. Conservation of effort counts, right?

ps I can’t believe I have only just added a ‘slackin” category since that is how I spend most of my life.

pps.  I too am bored of my lack of motivation.  Sorry about sharing it with you AGAIN.

ppps.  It also annoys me when people write pps and ppps – it really does not mean anything.  Post post script?  Post post post script?? Argh.

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Procrastination for the nation

21 02 2007

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. The questions are:

  1. Compare Blake’s poem ‘The Tyger’ with the lyrics of a popular song of your choice, identifying similarities and differences in the linguistic techniques employed to enhance their impact on the reader/listener. Discuss whether a clear distinction can be drawn between the creative genres of song and poetry, OR
  2. Discuss the changing value of the concept of the canon of English literature.

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.





Remote update…

6 12 2006

FOUND IT!!!! In my bedroom… no idea why…





Photo heaven

19 11 2006

In the past, Ricardo has spent a lot of time developing our photo website but was limited by lack of software and experience. Having seen the easy functionality and nice layout of Flickr, we have decided to use this instead, which will save us time in the long run. However, today I have spent hours uploading our pictures, adding tags and renaming the pics so that it looks great. At approximately 9.13pm this evening, I realised that I will not get this task finished tonight which really irks me. I will keep going for an hour or so but I am tired and it’s Sunday night. Good job Return of the King is on to entertain me. Check out how I have got on so far





Sunday roast

12 11 2006

My parents have just gone home after I cooked a kick-ass roast lamb dinner which turned out very well considering I haven’t cooked a roast for a long, long time.  I am very full and not feeling very much like writing.  I am looking forward to spending the rest of the evening slumped in front of the TV despite the fact that I have plenty of chores etc to be getting on with.

I am afraid I am still a bit addicted to That 7o’s Show.  There is a pattern I go through when I latch onto a new programme.  I am not quite at the forum stage yet so there is hope for me.  But I have been trawling YouTube for videos and found some hilarious bloopers -I do love bloopers.  I like all bloopers better than the shows themselves.  I love the fact that you are seeing the actors behave naturally and not in character.

Anyhoo, sorry for the lameass post – hope you all had a good weekend.  Do anything fun?





TGIF

10 11 2006

I am afraid this week has not been my most inspired but due to my meticulous planning, I had this little meme (how do you say this word?) which I found over at The Electronic Replicant all saved up. Filling it in, however, still took some thought.

1. Flip to page 18, paragraph 4 – in the book closest to you right now, what does it say?

From The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks (because I have been overload with literature lately and needed some fluff! And because I like the film!). And this is paragraph 3 because there are only three paragraphs on this page!

She’d known him for almost four years now; it was 1942 when they met, the world at war and America one year in. Everyone was doing their part, and she was volunteering at the hospital downtown. She was both needed and appreciated there, but it was more difficult than she’d expected. The first waves of wounded young soldiers were coming home, and she spent her days with broken men and shattered bodies. When Lon, with all his easy charm, introduced himself at a Christmas party, she saw in him exactly what she needed: someone with confidence about the future and a sense of humor that drove all her fears away.

2. If you stretch out your left arm – as far as possible, what are you touching?

A pile of files on my desk that wont seem to make themselves disappear. I suppose I really ought to sort them out at some point. But not right now, OK? I’m busy doing this.

3. What’s the last program you watched on tv?

That 70’s Show. Four episodes. Two from season 5 (on Trouble) and two from season 2 (on Paramount Comedy). I have a crush on Hyde in season 5. I dug the beard.

4. Without looking, guess what time it is.

2.15pm. It is actually 2.18pm so pretty damn close, wouldn’t you say?

5. Except the computer, what can you hear right now?

A printer, someone eating crisps, papers being moved, typing. Is it obvious that I am at work?!

6. When was the last time you were outside and what did you do?

I went outside about an hour ago to walk across the square to Pret A Manger to buy my lunch. I was out for all of 10 minutes. Brrr, its nippy today.

7. What are you wearing?

Euw, perve. If you must know I am wearing a brown long-sleeved sweater, brown trousers, black shoes, silver wrist watch, platinum wedding ring, white gold and ruby birthday ring, glasses, pop socks, bra and knickers. Detailed enough?

Funny story about my attire: I was walking this morning down the platform at London Marylebone from my train along with hundreds of other schmoes on their way to work in the big smoke when a man tapped me on the shoulder. My first instinct was that I must have dropped something, but he actually told me that my trouser leg was tucked in my knee high pop socks. How very attractive and non-embarrassing. I thanked him most sincerely, thinking to myslef how nice he was to mention it. There are many, many people (especially in the South) who would have let me walk down to the tube platform, then walk all the way to the office like that. I looked like I was an office worker who was going for a hip-hop flava. Not cool.

Another not so funny story about clothes. When I was about 10 years old, I answered the phone at home and a creep man asked my what knickers I was wearing and if I bought them from Marks and Spencers. I was not skeeved out at the time because I genuinely thought it was a survey and I started to answer him (being the obliging girl that I am), until my mum asked me who I was talking to and he hung up. Does it skeeve me out now thinking about it? I guess. Can’t say that pervert ever really affected me, I am thankful to say.

8. Did you dream last night? If you did, what about?

I dreamt about Hyde from That 70s Show. Hence why I think I have a crush. Well, I already kind of thought I did but now I know.

9. When was the last time you laughed?

When I was telling my co-workers about the ‘trousers in pop-sock’ incident. I generally provide daily amusement for my colleagues. I hope they appreciate it ’cause sometimes it hurts.

10. What’s on the walls, in the room you’re in right now?

2 clocks. 2 calendars. That’s it. I can’t wait to move offices – this one lacks soul.

11. Have you seen anything strange lately?

There was this girl walking down the platform this morning with her trouser leg all caught up – she looked like SUCH an ass. Oh hang on….

12. What do you think about this meme?

I think it is making me think way too hard considering this was meant to be a cop-out post to see me through to the weekend. Its been a hard week. Oh my.

13. What’s the last film you saw?

Practical Magic. For the zillionth time. As I commented on here, I love this film so very much. I wish I could do magic.

14. If you became a multimillionaire, what would you do with the money?

I would spend, spend, spend. Then give to charity because I would feel bad about all the spending. Then I would invest it so ricardo and I would never have to work again for money which would mean we could do anything our hearts desired. Then we would realise money doesn’t buy us happiness. And we would end up in rehab. And broke.

15. Tell us something about yourself that most people don’t know.

I am pretty much an open book. And the one thing that most people don’t know about me right now is a secret for a reason. It’s not a nice one either. So I can’t tell you. Sorry.

16. If you could change ONE THING in this world, without regarding politics or bad guilt – what would it be?

I would bring back root beer to McDonald’s.

Too shallow? Well anything that would actually make a difference seems too political. And it makes me worry that as human beings, we are doomed. We have so many flaws that no matter what you change there is always something else we are going to do to fuck things up. Sorry to be so bleak!

17. Do you like dancing?

LOVE IT. I wish I were a professional dancer. And performer in general. I dance at most available opportunities.

As Mystikal once wisely said,

Shake ya ass, but watch yourself
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with

18. George Bush?

Not so much, no.

19. What do/did you want your children’s names to be, girl/boy?

Erin for a girl, but it has already been vetoed by ricardo. And Ethan for a boy. Also vetoed. At this moment in time, the point is moo. Its a cow’s opinion.

20. Ok, so I decided to make this a 20 question meme instead of the longer version. Does it still count? I am thankful for…

All those people in the world that make living in it a better experience. Family, friends, strange men telling my trousers are all tucked up, fellow bloggers and anyone else reading who leave comments (please comment!), Maya Angelou, …. and many more.





If I lived in the US, I would be unique

26 10 2006

HowManyOfMe.com
Logo There are:
0
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

 

I found this nifty thing here. I wonder if there is something similar for the UK…