Hello :)

Hi Everyone,

Thanks for still being here when I decided to come back from my journey to hell! (read as final weeks of uni semester). It was a really hard slog this half-year, mostly because I have lost all sense of discipline and self control when it comes to computer time. I don't know why its so hard to switch off the computer/log out of facebook/turn off the tv and actually DO SOMETHING. I've been speaking to my crafty friends about this too and a lot of them are having the same problem as I am. I achieve nothing, feel guilty/crappy about it, and gain a sore neck and back from it... so why is it so appealing to me?

One of the reasons is that I've trained my mind into a cycle of distraction. I literally and honestly cant concentrate on one thing for more than 10 minutes now without getting antsy and wanting to do something else - be it checking facebook, google reader or making a cup of tea (for those that don't know, I drink about 7 cups a day). And by not pushing through and forcing myself to do the task at hand, I reinforce the behavior and so it goes on...

So I've decided to take action. I'm making a commitment. I'm taking a small first step, because then it wont seem so overwhelming. I WILL SUCCEED at this small step, and in doing so, will give myself the endorphin rush of actually DOING something for once.

And that small step was this post. Because I've been meaning to get back into blogging since the 6th, and I've finally managed on the 18th. And you know what? I feel great at having written the longest post I've EVER written. It is a self-absorbed rant on an uninteresting subject, on a blog which I have purposely kept from being any deeper than a puddle. But its going to lead to better things, more interesting content in the future, and an enthusiasm for getting off my butt and ACHIEVING. And I'm super excited about it.

Oh, and one more thing. I'd like you to join me on your blogs (yes, the ones you've been neglecting!), your facebooks, or your twitter. Write a post on something you've been putting off. And then I want you to DO IT. You know why? Cause it feels super :)

While I'm here, I'm going to commit to my next procrastination job. I'm going to go measure up my Dads spare living space for a mezzanine addition. Right now.

Seeya :)

He's a bit strange

But has a velvet voice so he can get away with it I suppose. The "I'm off my tits" head bobbing weids me out something chronic though. Kind of like David Grey (Mr Bobblehead - go look up a video of him and you'll see what I mean), but much much much much cooler.

I would like to let you all know that the reason I have seen this is because my Dad is a fan. No other embarrasing stories behind that knowledge. Unlike a friend of mine who confessed his first concert ever was Savage Garden because he was obsessed with them. And he hadnt been to any live music since then (this was four years ago, and we are 21. You do the math).

But onto strange lead-singer antics with awesome music...

I always feel idiotic once I find out what the lyrics to a song actually are. This is one of them - I've just been kind of mindlessly humming along whenever this comes on the radio, and then I find that he's singing about "blood-buzz" - hipster vampire reference? Maybe?

I really have no idea. It's 12.24 and usually that isnt late but I have an infected sinus and throat from severe hayfever (the devil isnt a red dude with horns, its heavily brut-ed teenage boys - one of which lives in my house. that and flowers.) which means that I need much more sleep than normal but I cant cause I have a 2500 word assignment due at 4pm tomorrow and I've only written... *goes and does wordcount tool* ... 251 of them. So the knowledge that I probably will be getting very little sleep, in addition to knowing I have a vintage market I'm supposed to be ready for by now that on on Sunday and my little brother (the one that doesnt smother himself in hayfever inducing "deoderant") wont give me the commodore to lug my vintage things down to Freo makes me want to go to bed extra bad.

Gosh I wish I had written this many words in my essay instead of procrastinating here. It's now 12.39.

Sorry to have freaked you all out with my mind-spew, I seem to have a habit of doing that (my facebook friends know what I'm talking about). But I think this is the most pretentious blog post I have ever written - so feel free to deride me in the comments if you wish - or ignore this post entirely perhaps. I won't get mad.

I'm a bit strange. Perhaps Mr The National and I can have a late night chat. Once I finish this essay...

Feets vs. Feats

Something you acheive vs. something you are born with.

Or rather, an abbreviation of "featuring" - often used by R&B'ers
vs.
Mine and Renee's!

Please excuse my apparently uneven knees.