Yes it’s true, nearly everyone of my uni friends (and by uni friends i mean they went to uni whilst i couldn’t be bothered with hex debts and further stress of studying) use the word procrastination alot! and i have to sadly admit i had no idea what the hell they meant everytime they would mention procrastinating over essays, assignments and being a world champion rodeo cowboy, until last year.
I ended giving up all my self dignity of looking slightly intelligent, by asking a friend what the word meant -
pro·cras·ti·nate 
verb, -nat·ed, -nat·ing.
| 1. | to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost. |
–verb (used with object)
| 2. | to put off till another day or time; defer; delay. |
I realised that my life revolved around this glorified term. everyday i would go to work, sit down at the desk and, yes that’s right, PROCRASTINATE! my routine revolved around me checking the emails in the inbox, clicking on (my favourite word in the web dictionary) Facebook. I would then trawl away on facebook for hours, waiting for a friend to comment, invite or message me with the inner workings of their mind at that very minute.
If i wasn’t (or am not) procrastinating on facebook, myspace or any other web related social network where there might be a glimpse of a neverending conversation about a three headed serpant that cares for bunnies, i’ll either have given into the consistent phone calls (Why do people think, as the receptionist, it’s my job to listen to their life stories instead of just leaving their name and number), the bucket load of work i have to do…or the worst and most deadliest of all…My Imagination!
In just one hour i had imagined i had left for america (i leave in 21 days for those playing at home), arrived in Ireland not New York, tripped over a leprechaun, followed him to the end of the rainbow where he would grant me three wishes, only got 2 granted before the sneaky bugger stole my camera and then i was stuck in a meadow in the middle of nowhere defending myself against these purple eyed witches (you know, the kind in that roald dahl book that was made into a movie, Witches).
I know i should have gone to university and done a creative writing degree…my parents always thought i should be an author, apart from a certain period where my dad thought i should do meterology because of my interest in the weather and tornado’s.
Well i think i’ve spat out enough junk for one Blog
Peace out —> Kell xoxox
Tags: Imagination, procratination, Roald Dahl
May 20, 2008 at 1:37 am
If only procrastination where a sport… then it would be off to Beijing for you Kell! Haha. Oh and thankyou for your continued support in my world champion rodeo cowboy dreams.
May 20, 2008 at 4:32 am
you know how much it means to me knowing that you feel all warm and fuzzy after a good rodeo comp. though i would prefer the fuzzy feeling not being due to being kicked all over by the bull and the warm feeling being your blood trickling from your skull…god that sounds morbid