Assignments. I love how they create ‘misdirected enthusiasm’, always finding the motivation to do something else rather than the assignment itself. You sit down, load up Word and think “Ok well while this fires up I’ll go get a snack.” even though it takes a second. You come back with noms and ponder “Hmm, maybe i’ll watch something while I snacker…” so you throw on the latest development of ‘Naaaws’ in the Dana and Lara relationship and wind up watching the rest of the episode.
Ok time to focus…
“I believe i’ll listen to some music while I nail this essay out”, you open up iTunes and then without warning… “Ugh, some of these song names are all lowercase!… I’ll just quickly fix this…” suddenly its afternoon, your iTunes playlist is immaculate and Word continues to blink its cursor on a blank page while you jump to Facebook and status update how your music has its proper titles AND album covers and is the most beautiful collection you’ve ever lain eyes on.
A friend texts asking how much of the assignment you’ve completed… “Oh copius amounts, just polishing it off really…” you reply as you do the ‘yikes’ face in realisation that the page lacks those all important words.
Ok, now it’s REALLY time to focus………
“This room could do with a tidy…”
You commence with your desk, then tackle the pile of clothes on the floor which formerly had the form of a stack on the chair… perhaps even two stacks who have merged into a floor-based pile monstrosity. The vacuum is out and a CSI-worthy cleanup is underway… the sun is setting, your room is pristine, and Word continues to flash that darn cursor on the content-less page.
*Starts twirling hair with the index finger* … “Probably should wash the hair…”. So indubitably the cranium covering cleansing process (aka shampooing) begins, followed by your celebratory post-shower “You the girl!” into the mirror. Dinner is awaiting for you. So by now the sun has long since been reimbursed with a moon.  “Hmm… better save this so I dont lose any work as I keep on with it…. oh dear all these icons are unsorted…” Again Word is minimised and a sorting begins of all your documents. You reward your efforts with another episode accompanied with comments such as “OH MY GOSH BETTE HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO TINA!?!?!”. As you’re ‘Naaaaaw’ing at Alice because… well theres really no reason needed for Alice-based swooning… you casually glance at the clock… 2:00AM.
*sudden burst of fear-driven energy*
”OH SHOOT!!! THIS IS DUE IN THE MORNING!!!” is screamed as you leap from the lounging position to the ‘This is serious business’ mode. A quick read of the overview again and you type like you never type before all the while saying “Never again! Im gonna start my assignment early next time!”
Though we all know next time it happens all over again. How do I know? Because instead of getting my Stats notes sorted, I wrote this.