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Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wasteful

I haven't been this much of a deadbeat in weeks. I swear, time wasting has become an art, and I am an artiste. Almost 5pm and I have achieved very little, I sti staring at books, photocopies and my own neat, black handwriting, wondering how on earth to cram all that stuff into my head before Saturday night. Tomorrow is going to have to be a very long day.

And it will be fine, everything always is, but I'm not really prepared for exam 2, having spent way too much time on exam 1, and even then perhaps not enough.

The lines of writing mock me. And what is one more cup of tea, some webcest, dancing around in my underwear before scrambling into the bath-shower. I am irresponsible and easily led into temptation.

All will be well, all will be well. I must curl up in a ball and contemplate other options... like shredding my notes and eating them, becoming one with their notiness, or stuffing them into my ears at night. I think I will sleep with them under my pillow, in case that actually works.

2 Comments:

Blogger Brett said...

I've often thought the best way to do it would be to shred the notes, then fill the bathtup, then sleep in there with your notes floating around you... add some flour and you'd get paper mache, but I still think learning by osmosis is best. Good luck.

11:53 AM  
Blogger Care said...

Ah yes Brett but then my notes would be in the shape of a giant squirrel or some such creature, and then the flour would turn mouldy and I would have incomprehensible mouldy squirrel notes... and while that's not MUCH of a difference from what I have right now, it would be enough of a loss that I'm loathe to try it.

6:23 PM  

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