start well.... finish well

i now realize what my problem is

discipline

i've lost most of it in the past 3 years. now i start things... with lots of drive and enthusiasm.. but i never finish well. makes a lot of sense with the death of my blog, my declining fitness level.. and the number of half-read books and half-filled notebooks in my study. it also makes me kind of worried about my last semester of uni. i've sort of lost the drive. it's a bit worrying.

kinda like how i started vacuuming my kitchen and living room this afternoon and got distracted by my laptop. my vacuum cleaner is still sitting in front of me next to the coffee table. maybe deciding to move out on my own wasn't such a good idea. haha. it's not good news for my cleanliness at any rate :P

argghhhh... lazzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...

she'll be coming round the mountain...

yes i know i know... i haven't updated in a long time... i should be ashamed of myself... my blog is rotting away and people are repulsed by the smell.

busy-ness is a peculiar thing. the more busy you allow yourself to think you are... the more busy you'll become. it's like some sort of huge time devouring monster that sort of feeds on itself.

ok i'm not making sense now am i?

as expected. i'm in the middle of writing an essay again. what better way to escape the pains of academia than to visit my abandoned blog. currently writing a philosophy paper on cognitive relativism. philosophers need to learn to be more succinct and need to use less bombastic language. its so frustrating to have to look up the dictionary every page or so. i used to think that i had a decent vocabularly... but now i'm not too sure. who in the WORLD invented the word 'bugaboo'?? why is it even allowed in academic writing? it sounds like something that i would say to a 6 month old baby. seriously. don't you think so? and in case you were wondering... it means ' An object of obsessive, usually exaggerated fear or anxiety'. go figure.

anyway... since i last wrote... i've skiied down mountain slopes... trekked across mountain ranges... eaten mountains of junk food and am facing mountains of papers and work. does anyone notice a kind of theme running through all of that?

i'm feeling homesick and i can't wait to go back at the end of this year. i've just had enough of mebourne for 2006. the food, the weather, the people... i miss hawker centres... hot and humid weather (and the antartic temperatures in shopping centres )... and the family and friends that i haven't seen in awhile.