hmmmmm

i have a very terrible habit of building up resistance for doing things that are entirely necessary and vital, and never ever ending up doing them. just to get me to do something like register for my course again, get necessary medication renewals etc, etc is seemingly impossible and becomes this enormous task that i cant possibly do, and therefore can validate not doing. ridiculous i tell you. its taken me two days to get my new prescription from the chemist, 2 months to return half my outstanding library, six million years too late to finish off an outstanding research project that ive already been paid for but havent submitted, and too long to post my new photos. it can wait another day. right. drinking powerade just seems like more fun. its red wine and movie weather. perhaps better than powerade. yes, yes.

ps

i do solemly swear to post the new photos as soon as humanly possible. there are many outstanding, not sure my flickr bandwidth will handle all the new love and attention, but they will come in time. only once breakfast is over, ive sat on my ass for awhile pretending to finish work reports, and oh lets see melted into the couch eating chocolates and drinking tea with the queen. im slowly getting better.

sigh...

im tired. its been a long and crazy weekend of crap folk music, too much junk food and beer, and way too much laughing. white mountain folk festival definitely had its ups and downs- mainly + being out of town for the weekend, chilling with sibling and friends, and drinking own body weight in the largest combination of booze, and watching jim neversink whereas - being crap expensive and tasteless food, bad organisation, 90% shit overly loud music and leaving the mattresses at home causing us to have to sleep on the hard cold floor. otherwise it rocked. and i love that we have a shorten week as a result. now its just to see if i can actually motivate myself to finish off all the work that is due this week, or snuggle back into bed. the joy of clean sheets and soft mattresses astounds me.

terrible times

havent bothered to post, nor have i had time to do so lately. i will sometime. in the near future. once i find my brain, cell phone, and street cred again. which may take a while. so be patient. good things come with time. ha.

tough

my hair looks like it was the one who had nightmares last night, not me, and it tried desperately to run away, screaming into the night. unfortunately its rooted to my head, which has just left me looking ever so slightly insane this fine tuesday morning. ridiculous. so im wearing a scarf all day to hide it. the neighbours should appreciate their children not being scared for life as a result. i could just take a shower, wash it and remedy the situation, but somehow that seems like far more effort than simply looking like a pirate or a domestic worker all day. if only i were a hat person. hmm. its a week full of work ahead which im not looking forward to, but i suppose that is every week. somehow this one seems more loaded as i have much to get through and a proposal to start writing. never a fun thing. sniff. im allowed to feel sorry for myself on the odd occassion. think i may make scones this afternoon though as happy times if i get through enough work. its just the problem of the new dstv that is the majpr distraction at the moment- must fight the evil demon that is multichoice.