Procrastination and the Mastery Thereof...

It's not that hard, really, when you think about it (as is evidenced by this first line, meandering around and away and avast of any point I may actually have). Almost a science, really, but more of a magical science I think. You have to be willing to allow yourself to be captured by the big, the tiny, the infinitesimal, the underestimated, the overlooked, the vast, the beyond comprehension. In small doses or large, whatever catches the mind's eye and is able to carry it off into the nether reaches of your dusty mind. And of course, the most important part... It must be in lieu of the perceived necessary or important. But what's that they say about beholders and so forth? Maybe it is all part of the plan to enjoy being human... But none of this will help me get a Masters, will it?

First Days

Back at work and already wishing for a holiday. Not that I have long to wait, merely that patience is not my strong suit. And it isn't as if I am run off my feet this week, as both today and yesterday are at my smallest school -- an easy two classes a day. Tomorrow through Friday are all planned, and I only have to wonder and worry about January, however being out of it last week means I can push some lessons back into January and give myself some leeway. Maybe it is just because I am bored. I'd rather be skiing, cycling, walking, reading, listening to music, hanging out with friends, writing Christmas cards, packing, cooking, playing volleyball, playing badminton, enjoying some quality flirting, dancing, singing, playing drums, studying J-go, sleeping... Nearly anything, as vacation is so close I can nearly taste it, and there is no way work can compete right now.

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

Get them wagons rolling...

Well, I have no wagons, just a little tiny car with the most impractical trunk in the world and several friends willing to help me move with their slightly more spacious vehicles. And the only thing holding me up is my own sense of the "laze." In fact, I think I have it well and truly mastered. Instead of packing up my books, I watch videos. Instead of boxing up blankets and throwing away unwanted pillows, I go jogging. Instead of throwing away my old and crappy clothes, I talk to friends on the phone or go out with them. And things are starting to pile up (especially on my desk chair where I am not studying Japanese, but rather collecting clean laundry).

But not to worry -- I always come through in the end. And the end will invariably be one of the hottest days in July and I will sweat it out, but I will get it done and it will be glorious (the finishing, not so much the doing). Yes, yes it will. Or so I keep humouring myself...