Hopeless, not helpless

It’s amazing how even if I am presented with hours of empty time, the perfect opportunity to get my homework done, I can still procrastinate. I think the only way to get it done is to put me in a cement-walled room with a cold, hard chair and metal table, bright flourescent lighting, no pictures, no television, no radio or music, no windows, no internet, no phone, no books (except for my study books), no other person to talk to. Just the survival basics, access to water and a toilet. If there’s food, I’ll lose myself in that too, probably start playing with it and picking it apart, counting things like sesame seeds and crumbs, and then thinking about what I can eat next. I am hopeless, yet not helpless. There is a chance I can help myself, I just choose not to, which makes me hopeless. 

Anyhoo, I am doing some homework, picked my “usable” website, what’s good and bad about it, and I still have to type up my magazine analysis. The problem with the latter is I don’t have a hard copy of it yet, just the web version, and I should use the paper one for analyses. There’s much more of a feel and personality to it  than the web version, since the website doesn’t have the same layout and contains practically every article from every issue, making it overwhelming. I need to get the magazine to compare. 

After this weekend, things will change again. Serge will be back, my apartment will be clean (that’s if I’m not hopeless), and it will be Week Two of classes, which is usually when the shit starts to hit the fan. Week One just seems like a breeze, just the beginning of everything that could mean work, where projects and assignments are only thoughts, and where most of the class time is spent talking about yourself, the teacher, and reviewing the course syllabus. With the weather onslaughts, we managed to miss two first classes of Writing for the Web, so that flurried by rather invisibly. Next week we’ll be playing catch-up though, which is always a bit brain-numbing.

Hm. Not much to say now, a relief from my previous endless entries. Just that I am hopeless, not helpless. Not much point in that, is there? You probably already knew that. 

Peace Out

P.S. My cat is fed.