Outer body experience

So I have been making up for my own sheer laziness in the past 24 hours, and that has ultimately resulted in the demise of any sleep. I did go to bed at midnight with the best intentions, but the pressure of deadlines that I have put on myself has inhabited my brain and so I couldn’t switch off.

So now, I’m sulkily nursing a flask of coffee that is too hot to drink, and I’m trying in vain to reap some kind of vapor benefits. And working at my desk, by working I of course mean writing this. .an act that will bring me no closer to finishing my work, and is only exhausting what remains of my brain power.

Have you ever felt so tired that you feel only half present in everything you do?

Oh well, I won’t learn from this, expect a string of similar posts next week 🙂


Feeling proud

For the first time in a very, very long time I got on with some projects I had without getting distracted by things like Facebook and YouTube and WordPress and well, you get the idea. And what’s more of a step is that i didn’t let myself be beaten by a task I felt very unquallified to carry out. And Wellllll, it’s paid off:D I have just received feedback from the woman in charge saying my pieces looked great! So even if I don’t end up landing the job I’m still so proud of myself for a change!

🙂 lalalalala

Dissertation Blues and “productive” procrastinating. . .

gahhhh. Who thought it would be a good idea to give students 10,000 word dissertations alongside year three modules? Some sick sick person is who!!


I don’t even feel like I am doing anything worth being proud of because I am literally having to do this work now and I am clearly not doing such a good job because, well I am here aren’t I!

After this work today is done I feel like I could have a tiny celebratory dance before starting the next load of work. . just a small one? 

Starting to wonder now if I am cut out for the Masters I wanted to do after I graduated. Hmm.

Some kind blogger bring me supplies to get me through, thank you please.


Blowing Off Steam..

Due to the pure incapability of my university it is now the Monday of year 3 and I don’t know my timetable. For all I know, as I sit now in my giraffe pajamas typing this and watching Jeremy Kyle I could be missing an interesting lecture on Dickens.  .   . But then again it is the first day back so, you know, probably not. It is a well known fact that the first day and the last day of a school year involves nothing but informal chitchat.

But even with this in mind, it hasn’t helped the stress I am feeling not knowing what my timetable is, or even if the modules I chose are running. What happened to good old fashioned paper timetables? Why does it all have to be online for God sake!

. . .

Hoping rambling here will make me feel a bit less ready to kill them all, and a bit more like ‘its ok I will sort it tomorrow’ which was the advice given to me by my practically horizontal, he’s so laid back, boyfriend.

On a good note, I do know ONE module I am taking, so if all else fails today I can start reading things for that, starting with Dracula by Bram Stoker! I am looking forward to the Gothic Lit module so much!

TaTa for now