Fridays

  Today is Friday, for those of you who aren’t in NZ or are just really bad at knowing what day it is. Fridays trouble me. Part of me loves them, and another part of me almost dreads the hustle and bustle of the weekend that starts as soon as I get home from uni.

  I only have one lecture on Fridays. It is boring as hell. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother going to the lectures, but then I worry that I could be missing out on something vital to the paper etc etc. And there never has been anything vital. Ever. Even after attending the two hours, I feel that I have gotten nothing out of it whatsoever. But I still go. Every Friday. Just waiting for it to start right now, actually!

  And then there is the whole business of Friday nights. There is almost ALWAYS something on on a Friday night, whether it’s a church event, a birthday party or just a general hangout. I, being the socialite that I am (lol), should look forward to these things! But knowing that I have work at 8.30am tomorrow morning and assignments that need doing and having spent a whole week at uni, I just really need a break!!

  I wish I could just stay home and sleep all day today. But I can’t. So I better go to my lecture.

Making time

  Its crazy to think that I actually have so much more time than I think I do. I just assume I dont have time to do stuff coz I have assignments and tests as we come up to the mid-semester break. But really, if I joined together all the time I spend lazily browsing through Facebook/Tumblr/TradeMe, napping or even just day-dreaming, I could get quite a lot done! I keep putting stuff off, like social gatherings or participating in constructive hobbies etc, to do assignments but then i just go on Facebook and see what all my 586 friends have been doing since last time I checked (i.e., nothing of ANY particular importance as I would probably have checked it like five minutes before), and think about awesome things that I could do but I never end up doing, and reply to the text from that guy that I really shouldn’t be texting coz I know I don’t have a chance with him, but he texted me first so really I should reply or else it would be rude, you know?

  I have put off writing stuff coz of this………. And I feel a little bit stupid really! I just think to myself that I am so overwhelmed with all these assignments and tasks, but I end up spending more time worrying over them than actually doing them! Like this whole evening I have been thinking about how I need to work on an English essay about how our lecture theatre is actually a text……. why am I not working on it?!? Would save so much time!!

  Sometimes I amaze myself at how stupid I am.

Involuntary Readings

Don’t get me wrong, I love to read. If it is by choice that I am reading. And if it is my choice as to what I am reading. I also love writing. Hence me taking two Writing Studies papers this semester. I took them to avoid the pages and pages of notes and novels that I would be reading had I taken an English Literature paper. Alas and alack, I am still surrounded by text books, novels, course readers that have to be read before the lectures and tutorials every week. Who would have thought that there would be so much writing theory that has to be read to properly understand? Nevertheless, I am sure some famous, philosophical person out there has said some deep, motivational quote that goes somewhere along these lines (and if no one has, I bags it as mine!!): you cannot properly write without reading. Reading to greaten your knowledge of the world. Reading to improve your vocabulary. Reading to learn writing styles and techniques used to apply to your writings.

I am writing this right now to inspire myself to read my course readings. And, you know, you, too… Didn’t really work though. Just made me want to write more. Sigh.

Ooh, here is a quote that pretty much sums it all up:

Just do it.

  Lately, I’ve been trying to prevent myself from not doing things just because I didn’t want to make things awkward or uncomfortable. I ALWAYS DO THAT! I just don’t do stuff so I can stay in my safe, secure bubble where no one can hurt or embarrass me. And now I am making an effort to change this. And do stuff. Stuff that could have good results or maybe bad. But it’s ok. I can move on and learn from it. You don’t learn from stuff you don’t do. GO OUT ON A LIMB! Who knows, maybe I will fall. Or maybe I will learn to fly…. Say stuff! Do stuff! Stuff that crosses my mind as something that could be cool. But I don’t do it because there is too much at risk. Who cares. Just embarrass yourself. No one will remember it next week. And if they do, oh well, it will work out in the end. And if it doesn’t. Oh well. Deal with it.