And I'm SO BORED.
I only technically finished last Thursday when I submitted my last exam but in reality I've been relaxing since I submitted my final essay for the semester on the 30th. During term there's always a list of things I'll do once I have time, but come break hey there goes all my lists and my motivation to remember what I wanted/needed to do. So I end up bored.
It's not like I've not been trying to keep busy. Every day it's not raining (which is so few recently!) I've been out walking the dogs. Since the 1st I've written over 28,000 words - I realised a few days ago I might as well do NaNoWriMo as I was basically on par with it anyway and right now I'm like, 2-3 days ahead of par. I've listened to Hamilton's soundtrack so much I've practically memorised it and I know as much of his history as I need to. I had drinks with a teacher of mine who retired and I did spend a few nights out with my brother (and his friends) and my family before he went away. I've done things.
But I'm still bored. There's nothing new to take up all my attention and I know most of my friends are still busy with Uni so I'm not going to disturb their study. Work has given me one shift for the whole month which I'm hoping will change come December.
Plus a part of me doesn't want to leave the house. Which I know is a BAD thing and will only serve to make me more bored (and possibly depressed? Spending day in, day out with only my parents will certainly do bad things to my psyche, I'm sure) but I can't counter it.
Exams are over next week. I'm going to try to get out more after that. And I know there's a new T.V show I'm looking forward to coming out on the 20th. Maybe a combination of something to do with my days and something to do with my nights will break this boredom and get me the motivation to remember and do all the things I wanted to in my holidays.
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Saturday, 14 November 2015
Thursday, 15 October 2015
Status Update?
So I've not been posting much (read at all) which is kinda usual. I've noticed I only use this blog when I need to think/talk something out; I'm procrastinating; or I want the RL friends who read this blog to know something but I don't feel comfortable saying it aloud. Which means that I really don't use it that much. Take that as you will.
Right now, my parents are away (for about another week), I have a dog asleep on the floor beside me and the other dog asleep basically on top of me (surprisingly it's Jack who's asleep on me; he's the new rescue dog so I'm flattered he trusts me enough to sleep like this). I got a mark back Tuesday that was a 90 so my Uni work is going well - even if I'm currently procrastinating the next four essays due. I did say I only used this when procrastinating. And I'm finally free of the awful teacher of the most useless subject I've ever taken. Somehow, something happened and the faculty replaced her in Week 11 of 13 with a competent teacher. An entertaining and engaging competent teacher. I'd have settled for competent! Not to say she wasn't a nice person - she was quite nice - just an awful teacher with an ah... interesting teaching style. I've complained about her so much I'm sure half my friends hate her as much as I do just because I won't shut up about her!
I also have a new job which I'm looking to start after Uni term has finished which is just the most perfect timing ever. I'm also managing to lose weight again and I've started to get annoyed at myself when I can't/don't do my daily walk. I've come a long way from hating the twice weekly 30 minute walks - now I find anything under an hour to be really quite short and not worth bothering with and I'm doing that at least five times a week. Exercise is now... fun? Just not running. Walking is fine. The dogs love me for it at least.
So basically life is good?
Life is good.
And just you wait. My parents will come back next week and I'll be so annoyed. It's been peaceful and lovely without them here. Even if I've had to adult so much; I'm liking the feeling. And the control. I'm going to hate giving it back.
But that's next week's problem.
Right now, my parents are away (for about another week), I have a dog asleep on the floor beside me and the other dog asleep basically on top of me (surprisingly it's Jack who's asleep on me; he's the new rescue dog so I'm flattered he trusts me enough to sleep like this). I got a mark back Tuesday that was a 90 so my Uni work is going well - even if I'm currently procrastinating the next four essays due. I did say I only used this when procrastinating. And I'm finally free of the awful teacher of the most useless subject I've ever taken. Somehow, something happened and the faculty replaced her in Week 11 of 13 with a competent teacher. An entertaining and engaging competent teacher. I'd have settled for competent! Not to say she wasn't a nice person - she was quite nice - just an awful teacher with an ah... interesting teaching style. I've complained about her so much I'm sure half my friends hate her as much as I do just because I won't shut up about her!
I also have a new job which I'm looking to start after Uni term has finished which is just the most perfect timing ever. I'm also managing to lose weight again and I've started to get annoyed at myself when I can't/don't do my daily walk. I've come a long way from hating the twice weekly 30 minute walks - now I find anything under an hour to be really quite short and not worth bothering with and I'm doing that at least five times a week. Exercise is now... fun? Just not running. Walking is fine. The dogs love me for it at least.
So basically life is good?
Life is good.
And just you wait. My parents will come back next week and I'll be so annoyed. It's been peaceful and lovely without them here. Even if I've had to adult so much; I'm liking the feeling. And the control. I'm going to hate giving it back.
But that's next week's problem.
Monday, 16 March 2015
Well That Was New
I realise I've not posted much on here about the last oh, two or three months of my exchange. In fact I've barely posted anything on it for two main reasons. 1) I was too busy living it and I SUCK at keeping a diary, even an online one; and 2) I've had to think over one of the more major things that happened that I've barely talked about to anyone.
Namely the thing where I basically, kinda, nearly, had a boyfriend.
It's been tough to sort out. Firstly, we were good friends. Very good friends, having lunch every Wednesday. I miss our lunches so so much; they were a major feature of my week. We'd talk for hours on whatever topic we liked usually only leaving because it was dark and I had to walk the twenty minutes or so home. He was definitely one of the two close friends I made on exchange (the fact that the other one was also male has only added to my following confusion).
But I don't know if I actually liked him like that. I know he liked me like that- he pulled me aside (in an overly dramatic fashion on a day we weren't scheduled to see another) to admit that he thought I was hot and if I hadn't been an exchange student, he'd have asked me out. It was a very very nice thing to hear.
At the time, I told him I would have accepted if he had asked me out. It's still true; I would have said yes. I suppose that must mean I do (or did) like him like that but... it's kinda hard. I don't do sexual attraction so there's none of that. He's very cute (if young- about my brother's age!) and I really do like him. But like I said before, I had another male close friend in Exeter and well... there's not much difference in the way I feel about these two guys. Only the second guy lives in Sydney and goes to my uni.
But I never invited the second guy to my room for drinks like I did Exeter guy (nothing happened! Jeez =P) and I didn't cry when I said goodbye... admittedly I was going to see second guy again but I miss this guy more. I know we couldn't work out because he's not willing to do long distance...and neither am I. There's an element of logic in my thoughts that was always there so I'm also kinda wondering if that helped- if knowing that I couldn't do a relationship stopped me even allowing myself to consider the possibility. After all, I didn't even think about romance until he admitted he thought I was hot. Well, I mostly didn't think about romance.
Urgh. I'm confused. There's a major reason I'm not bothered with romance and it's because it's so CONFUSING. If only this was a story and I could write the damned ending!
Also I need to sort through photos. There's so many photos...
Namely the thing where I basically, kinda, nearly, had a boyfriend.
It's been tough to sort out. Firstly, we were good friends. Very good friends, having lunch every Wednesday. I miss our lunches so so much; they were a major feature of my week. We'd talk for hours on whatever topic we liked usually only leaving because it was dark and I had to walk the twenty minutes or so home. He was definitely one of the two close friends I made on exchange (the fact that the other one was also male has only added to my following confusion).
But I don't know if I actually liked him like that. I know he liked me like that- he pulled me aside (in an overly dramatic fashion on a day we weren't scheduled to see another) to admit that he thought I was hot and if I hadn't been an exchange student, he'd have asked me out. It was a very very nice thing to hear.
At the time, I told him I would have accepted if he had asked me out. It's still true; I would have said yes. I suppose that must mean I do (or did) like him like that but... it's kinda hard. I don't do sexual attraction so there's none of that. He's very cute (if young- about my brother's age!) and I really do like him. But like I said before, I had another male close friend in Exeter and well... there's not much difference in the way I feel about these two guys. Only the second guy lives in Sydney and goes to my uni.
But I never invited the second guy to my room for drinks like I did Exeter guy (nothing happened! Jeez =P) and I didn't cry when I said goodbye... admittedly I was going to see second guy again but I miss this guy more. I know we couldn't work out because he's not willing to do long distance...and neither am I. There's an element of logic in my thoughts that was always there so I'm also kinda wondering if that helped- if knowing that I couldn't do a relationship stopped me even allowing myself to consider the possibility. After all, I didn't even think about romance until he admitted he thought I was hot. Well, I mostly didn't think about romance.
Urgh. I'm confused. There's a major reason I'm not bothered with romance and it's because it's so CONFUSING. If only this was a story and I could write the damned ending!
Also I need to sort through photos. There's so many photos...
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