I’d write out a long-winded excuse about how I haven’t blogged in God knows how long (hell, even I don’t know how long), but in the end it comes right down to one thing: I’m a lazy arse. And I’m going to cover said lazy arse of mine by saying that being a lazy arse essentially explains the lack of a nice looking theme, entries, etc. I’m sure that made sense on some level…right?
It’s just that time of the year again. The half-a-handful of weeks occurring twice a year wherein everybody has university assessments due for the semester and I get so stressed that I sprout grey hairs galore – then, I dye them, just ’cause I don’t want to look 49 when I’m 19. Glorious, no? It’s not unlike a Mexican wave of panic across the state, where everyone just gets up and starts panicking and leaving things until the last minute.
I’ve actually taken a hiatus from dancing just to be able to juggle work and uni, and so far it’s working…ish. Workingish. Working in the sense that I spend more time at uni and get a fraction more work done. Ish in the sense that I have a bit more spare time at home, which isn’t spent studying. Instead, I spend it sitting at my desk, staring absently at the wall while some random playlist of mine flows on in the background. This is punctuated by my going downstairs every hour or so, opening the refrigerator door, hoping something new lies inside, and returning upstairs with a bowl of noodles when there’s nothing else. And this cycle starts over every few days.
Though I like to think that I’ve done at least one uplifting thing since I last blogged… two months ago (holy potatoes, Batman!): I’ve decided to hop on the bandwagon with the rest of my friends at work and participate in the creation of a complaint-free world. So now I walk around looking a little prettier with a purple bracelet on my wrist. But that’s not all, ladies and gents…
Essentially, every time one complains, one switches the bracelet from one wrist to the other. It takes 21 days to learn a new habit, supposedly. So I predict that it’ll take me at least six months to get to a point where every second sentence coming out of my mouth isn’t a complaint of some kind. I haven’t realised until now exactly how much I complain. Sure, I’ve always acknowledged it… a little “Yeah, I complain a crapload, man…” here, and a little “I’m fully aware that I’m the Queen of complaining. Not King. Queen!” there.
So It’s seemed that I am the car, and complaining is the petrol. But now I’m actively trying to curb my complaining enthusiasm. And it’s going to take a while… Wish me luck!
What an absolutely ridiculous idea. If people didn’t complain, nothing would get done!
And I am going to complain about the fact that they’re using my second favourite colour to promote this garbage!
Stop being a lazy ass and blog moar, or I will complain about that too!
They need a bracelet campaign for people who overuse exclamation marks too, I think.