Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Procrastination. Show all posts

Updating You All On My Life- RANDOMLY-

Unsure of what to say.
Definitely don't know what to do
Who are you?

I'm a bit lost at the moment. I'm enjoying the bright moments and the dull ones equally. No that's a lie. I'm in love with pancake manor, jellybeans and skipping class. (Though I have to stop next week. Assessments are due again so its time to pay attention for a little bit)

On another note I'm now working Monday, Wednesday and Fridays every week til next February so please remember I am not available so I will not twitter, reply to texts or pick up my phone. Urgent matters can be emailed to my work email address which will be provided upon request.

On another note I am addicted to fish world and farm ville. I like my new tools of distraction. Also like Matt. But that's cause hes an idiot and he makes me giggle like a five year old. And looks smoking hot in a navy jumper.

I also find it funny how in life the people that were so important are so trivial now. And the people that broke your heart are someone you laugh at. Maybe that makes me mean but trust me when I say my ex got what was coming to him. Or shortly will.

Anyways that was not meant threateningly. I don't pay more than a fleeting spec of attention to him. Mainly cause I'm too caught up in the moment but sometimes late at night when I'm a little too reflective its nice to surf his facebook note he is still single and now going to the gym too lose those excess kilos.

I'm a bitch. I know. But really you love me even when I'm calling you fat. You're just all jealous you didn't have the guts to say it!

I'm also bailing on River fire for the second year in a row. Matt and I are doing a nice dinner, ALONE, on Saturday night. It seems we run into people a lot when we go out. So I'm booking a nice restaurant and buying a bottle of red wine [SOMEONE REMIND ME TO GET RED WINE] and spending Saturday night with him. I think its time we stop randomly fucking around. Not that I don't want to see him its more that we both work and when you throw uni and friends in we never quiet get around to seeing each other alone. So dinner is penned in so I am unavailable basically til lunch time Sunday.

OH I have a lunch date on Sunday too. Looks like I'm pretty booked actually.Damn.

Oh well

I hope your life is filled with joyful moments that contain debates about abortion drugs, coffee machine using when attempting to buy water [which it doesnt sell], pancakes, website designing and farm ville.

May you live and prosper

Princess

PS: I am getting my next tattoo hopefully on Tuesday [need to book] (Tiffany you still wanna get your butterfly?)

I’m not crying, it’s just been raining on my face

So first off, how many of you read this when it was in draft hoping to get a sneak peak?
“The last time I was going to write something it saved a draft here, I thought I would just write this so people think they are getting a sneak peak at what I am going to post. oh if only I could see their face when they realise this is all this is going to say until the entire post comes at once.”
and how many of you will actually admit to that? I know of at least one person. I did lie however, since it came in two stages rather than a gradual journey like story. It’s quite long and probably pointless, but those who have a close relationship with something might be able to relate.

As most of you are well aware I have an iPhone (aka iFonzo) and it is my pride and joy, for my birthday these lovely people got me an Invisible Shield. For those not in the know it is basically a protective cover, which prevents scratches and still lets you (and others around you) see the beauty of the iPhone. Most covers which offer this kind of protection are chunky, and quite ugly. Here is a sample of what it is meant to do http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmpFOUZoUX0 skip forward to about 2:40.

I don't consider myself being shallow, and physical aspects are not often high on my list of importance, but to remove even a shred of its beauty would be sacrilege, you would be condemned to a life of ugly non fruity gadgets. That’s right! You heard me I am talking about you with that iPod! el SeƱor Jobs [sticking with the Spanish theme that has been set to the layout] shall come, or send some of his mercenario's (or mercenarioria, not to be sexist) to reclaim the apple of their eye. [Groan]

Now that you realise why I wanted one, and I have established how protective I am of my iPhone there are some people who might find this eccentric, others will understand and have the same connection with an item such as an iPods, DS's, Bags, Shoes, Pacers, Pens ( perhaps specifically UQ Pens), Steel Rulers (thin not thick), Calculators, Laptops, Cameras, DVD's, Books or TV's. There are some instructions that you need to follow to install the Invisible Shield properly, check them out here but the main steps are;

• Spraying your fingers with their special "ShieldSprayTM", I am fairly positive it is just soap and water but that deconstruction of marketing and business products will be saved for another blog post, but perhaps it could be what gives it shield like properties.
• Applying more spray to the shield, and perhaps to your device
• Use the squeegee and push the moisture to the edges


Before committing to applying the Shield I looked up a few other ways to get the best finish, the vast majority of them said just apply as much as you can, don’t be shy. This is exactly what I did; it was a tense moment spraying liquid onto iFonzos' luscious face but I had to subdue my fear of iFonzo being overcome by paralysis. I am sure if this did happen, it would live a happy life and would be an absolute stunner at the Paralympics, but as they are currently on another four years is too long to wait.

After having put the front shield on, and removing all of the excess soapy-water “ShieldSprayTM” I turned it on and I was relieved that it worked and I left it sit for a moment or seven while I mentally prepared myself to put the back piece on.
I went to turn the iPhone off, and if you are familiar with an iPhone you will realise that to do several of the important commands it requires you to drag a bar across the screen. This is so it does not accidentally answer phones calls while it is sitting in your pocket, or turn off. So I went to drag the bar across the screen, and ... nothing happened. I tried again thinking it was my own fault for being retarded but my heart skipped a beat, well quite a few beats when I realised that it was not responding at all to my sensual touch.

I felt heartbroken after the months of pleasure I gave iFonzo how could it reject me like this, it was like being physically pushed away from someone that you love. After wiping my tears away with a tissue I begged with it to work. I cried
“iAlphonso Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli (I used its full name so it knew I was serious/desperate) please! I beg of you! With your boastfulness abilities do not fail me now!”
I really didn’t want to use desperate measures such as percussive maintenance, as it might be considered domestic violence. Then with all of my desperation and neediness getting to me I tried again. It worked, but only barely - it was temperamental so while I still could, I turned it off to think. It is hard to think clearly when you it is turned on and nearby, it’s quite a distraction.

This had scared the bejeezus out of me, and I was left thinking that the excess soapy-water may have seeped inside, and melted its heart. I was hopefully that the situation wasn’t at that stage yet, since I hadn’t seen any blue smoke, obviously the most critical component to any electrical item. Once you let the blue smoke out of any electrical device it will never work again. I rushed to its aid taking off the Invisible Shield, like a doctor ripping off patients’ clothes to defibrillate. Since the only way to prove if the problem was the Shield, the iPhone or my fleshly touch was to take it off and try again.

After letting it recover for about an hour I turned it on to see if the touch screen would work, and luckily for both of us it worked and responded like a needy guy/girl who has had no physical attention for a while. (Perhaps that was more to do with an application I installed which moan -- iJoke!) After cleaning my hands with a tissue (to remove dust, lint etc.) I attempted the distressing task of applying it once more, since I had established that it was not undergoing sensory deprivation.

After about 30 minutes I had applied the front, the back, and the other bits and pieces but I refused to turn it on until I had totally finished. I think I was frightened of the rejection if it wouldn’t work again. Luckily true love was in full bloom that day, and it did work after my careful manipulation of its bits and pieces.

Once I had it back to normal and had established that it wasn’t breaking up with me I had time to think about what had happened. I should have just carried on with the job in the first place rather than being a pussy and running away. I decided that the reason why it wasn’t working was the “ShieldSpray^TM”, but not from oozing inside but because I had it on my fingers. As I must of had a layer of it all over my fingers it would have stopped the screen from responding the way I expected. I had over-reacted majorly and I felt like such an idiot. We can all learn a lesson from this, if you want to protect your beloved from things do not apply lubricant and expect your touch to feel the same, until you wash your hands – whhaatt? Yeah I have no idea either it just sounded like it was going somewhere humorous– it wasn’t.

In other news; for those who missed it this is what Monkey Socks looks like when it has be iPhonified, despite what some might think I did not have anything to do this.

Do I have to?

One of the requirements of being given the chance to post on this blog was that I actually had to write something. If I really didn’t want to write something I would just end the post now, and leave it as this just to silence all those ‘h8terz’, I feel so black right now. It’s not that I don’t like writing, I do quite enjoy it but there is just so much pressure (not force over area! but if it was it would be kN/mm). I have always wanted a blog but I am too lazy and I get distracted way too easily to actually make it worthwhile, not to mention I would just talk type crap which would really go nowhere, or if it did it would make such massive swings from sentence to sentence that it just wouldn’t make sense. Its anatomy stills the sticking cathedral opposite an unseen, the gnome pretends to be a rhyme above a north while sighing over the castle. How many times did you re-read the previous sentence?

I did start to post something the other day, by other I mean yesterday, but really didn’t feel in the mood You see, I have a list of tasks to do to help my avoid doing whatever it is I should be doing. Today, and for the last week or so it has been study and put timetables into some sort of calendar (Google Calendar for those chosen ones) to be able to plan better, I know comedy gold. I am slowly working my way towards hitting these items, but as a procrastinator I work from the bottom up. Here is how the list appears at the moment.

1. Study

2. Google Calendar

3. Clean Desk (so I can study)

4. Post Blog thing

5. Go to Library to pick up book (its late, and it’s not open)

This list isn’t exactly what happens, of course there is usually for example a 5a, 5b, 5c, .... these are not officially added to list they just end up happening in between the main items. These are the distractions that I give myself to avoid doing the lowest (or highest number) items on the list, while I avoid doing the highest (or lowest number) items. What manipulative mind games I need to play on myself in order to get something done, I think I may have him fooled do not tell him. Back to the distractions, recently these have usually been to do with my iPhone. Like playing Nintendo games (Mario is the coolest little guy I know with a hat, and looks like a train driver) on it or other silly little games just in hope of finding anything in order to add another letter, to a number to help stop me from having to actually do something which could slightly be considered productive.

Another way to tell that you are avoiding something is when you start counting how many times the blinkly line flashes as you wait to write something. Am I counting the white bits, or when it’s black? I always lose concentration after about 15 or 20 flashes, or non-flashes.

Like I said at the start, this really goes nowhere.

Perhaps one day I will write something more insightful, don’t expect a look back in history like some of these posts have been. Just for those who do want to reminisce, grab your glass of red wine or whatever else you use to feel pretentious and deep here it is “back when I was a boy the sun was brighter, the grass was greener, the sky was bluer - we were just all round better. Cost $1.50 for a can of Coke, News was actually news not trashy gossip. We could get a bag full of for 50c and we weren’t frowned upon if we took a bag! Those bloody hippies.... Hey you kids!, Get off my Lawn! I just manicured the garden!”