Procrastinate: "to postpone or delay needlessly"

I have very recently relocated to a sparkly new city to start a masters degree. Unless you're a personal friend of mine, don't feel bad for not knowing this before now; nobody expects you to.

Unless of course you are a stalker or have an inexplicable psychic link with me. But I would be highly surprised if either of those options were the case; I'm not anywhere near interesting enough to merit a stalker, and the likelihood of someone having a psychic connection with a person they had never met is minimal. Wouldn't that be utterly pointless though...

"Someone, somewhere, just thought about eating a crumpet."

As supernatural powers go, it's a pretty rubbish one.

Anyhoo, I am only a few weeks into the course, and so far have found it very difficult to focus on the various tasks I'm issued with on a weekly basis. For example, right now I should be frantically working on a presentation that is due tomorrow, yet here I am, writing an entry about how I should really be focusing more on my work.

I have just spent more time working out the logistics of an anonymous psychic connection than I have on any of my homework due in tomorrow morning, and I can only get into one side of my bed due to the large quantity of various cosmetics, scarves and clothing that has been awaiting put-away for days now. Why, oh why do I do this to myself?

I'll share a secret with you. I procrastinate because it's fun.

Any activity I partake in is twice as rewarding when I'm really meant to be doing something else much less interesting.
Add this to the delicious anticipation of the adrenaline that hits when I subsequently run out of time to complete said task.
And nothing quite beats the imaginary pat on the back I give myself when I manage to pull something out of the bag at the last minute, ah the sweet smugness of the 'skin-of-your-teeth' victory.

Procrastination rules. Just remember that next time someone chastises you for your 'poor time management', chances are they're just jealous they didn't think of it first.

Hello.

So here we are.

I'm not going to lie to you; I don't have a bloody clue what I'm doing.

Being a somewhat impulsive person, I tend to have eureka moments on a weekly basis. This week, I have decided that the next obvious stage to my personal development should be based upon the launching of a blog. As much as I would like to be able to provide some kind of rational explaination as to how I reached this decision, I cannot; I find I am a generally happier person if I don't question my own choices too much. This is largely due to an unsettling gut instinct that with too much probing, I will unwittingly unleash some dark Pandora's box-type evil upon the world. So if we just go with it, everyone's happy. Trust me, I know about these things.

I have always had mixed emotions as to the whole 'blog' thing. Part of me is quietly impressed at the level of commitment and dedication that many bloggers put towards their venture. However, I am more swayed by the desire to inwardly snigger to myself at the sheer egotism of the practice; blogs seem so self-indulgent, don't they? Yes, of course they are. That's why I WANT ONE.

So give me a chance; check in from time to time. Perhaps with a Twix and a lukewarm glass of supermarket red. A recent survey showed that 8 out of 10 cats actually preferred the taste of my Musings when compared to their regular catfood, so I'm fairly confident you won't regret it. And if not, they come with a full money-back guarantee.

Maybe.