Sunday

It's another cold Sunday evening in Belfast and one that brings forth the end of a stressful month - to welcome another stressful season for yes I start back to University tomorrow. This will welcome more revision and planning a dissertation which is heartbreaking. I have to start thinking about topics to write an 8-10000 word essay on and a few things have came to mind;

1) Why is poetry so well respected when it is as boring as watching grass grow?
2) Why is the fictional character of Edward Cullen so dreamy?
3) Could I write a sequal to 'The Color Purple' and call it 'The Color Maroon'?

These are the front runners at the minute. It's difficult to imagine myself becoming so engrossed in one topic that I'll be able to hold my attention for the next 5 months and write a VERY long essay on it. I need to set my priorities straight - no more procrastination, no more watching rubbish repeats on the television and no more making promises of doing 'no more' then not following through. There has to be a way of motivating ones self which doesn't involve becoming a hermit who only emerges from the library/room/wherever else people study for food, toliet break or to watch Jeremey Kyle on the television. If my lack of motivation continues I may end up on the Jezza Kyle show one day asking for a lie detector test on myself to prove that I can't continue bullsh*ting myself that I am THIS LAZY. Maybe the rehab and aftercare will help unlease my inner organisational skills and my inner genious can then emerge??.....