Hunger Days, Procrastination and Salvation

I wonder if it's possible, that if you eat enough food your skin will split and your insides will erupt from crack. I think that I may soon find out as I find myself unable to believe how much food I have consumed and still feel the need for more. Porridge, cereal and yoghurt, tomato soup (Heinz of course) with croutons, ice cream, yoghurt and cake. Quite ridiculous don't you think? My stomach is growling for it's next offering, beckoning an attempt to fill the gap. However, what it won't be expecting is my Mum's home cooked dinner so I'm feeling a victory will arrive soon.  I must say my hunger has shaped my day, leading me to re-watch the Hunger Games which I find to be an excellent film and a great representation of the themes from the book. Speaking of the books, I finished them the other day, feeling a re-read soon. I was literally craving more pages once my eyes reached the bottom of the last, knocked out any plans for the evening as everything seemed so meagre in comparison. Not reading the books would be an offence that should be punished by your own trip into the arena. Especially if you enjoyed the movie, or even if you didn't, the books are enthralling, literally drawing you into Panem.
Enough reviewing I think, it's just me procrastinating, in fact this whole blog is just procrastination. However I have a new theory on procrastination. When procrastinating, one is doing other things to prevent themselves from doing something they should be doing which is less preferable than said activities. My thoughts are that while you are procrastinating you are fully aware that you should in fact be doing the important uninteresting thing, therefore your mind is constantly on the task you are supposed to be doing so that when you come to do the task you actually do it in a lot shorter time than it would had you started instead of procrastinating. Therefore procrastinating is in fact helpful, unless of course you procrastinate past the deadline... Oh well French controlled assessment I have procrastinated all weekend, you won't know what hit you.

Today is the day of my salvation and of a new challenge. Today my bedroom will be vacated allowing me to sleep in my own bed tonight. If it isn't cloud-like in its comfort my expectations will be shattered and it may well break me... okay maybe not but I'll be disappointed. However I shan't be able to enjoy it too much as my Spanish Exchange arrives today. Mildly worried but I think we'll be okay as I have already met him in spain and we like the same things so it should be fun. Maybe a bit of awkwardness but the battle plan is to go out with everyone else on the exchange so it's less awkward for both of us. We shall see, if I die I'll let you know.

Adventures from an air mattress II

Still on the floor here... got over the uncomfortableness, although still looking forward to my bed again. However I have discovered a new thing about bedroom squatting, not only do you not have cupboard and drawer space, which is fair enough, you are not allowed to put your clean clothes on the unused sofa covered in miscellaneous objects. According to the rulebook, laid down by my oh so clever brother, they belong on the floor with you. Excellent. The floor is now, a bed, a guitar stand, bookshelf, cupboard and laundry basket. Nice...
Although I have chosen to rebel and continue using the sofa, I wonder what wrath I may ensue, hoping for banishment.

An Unattached Return

I have returned... Once more in the familiar surroundings of school. Routine is again what I follow. The excitement of the holidays has hold of me attempting to pull me back in, I too unable to let go find that school is seeming like a strange activity to me. Familiar yet wrong. As if I am watching myself go through it, all happening to me, yet time seems to be carrying me not travelling with me. Depositing me at the end of the day before I have taken in my surroundings. I have caught post holiday madness, oh well...

Bookstores... April 3rd

Oh bookstore why do you confuse me? I have a number of points to address. My first point, you are cold; Leaving the doors open on a rainy day is not cool. My third point is that your stocking system is clearly flawed and I can only assume it is due to human error as I know that computers can count. Inside you have at least twenty of the first book of the hunger games, excellent, brilliant even, 
perhaps this is borderline wonderful. As well as this joyous fact you also have a good ten or fifteen of the third one, great to know when I get there I can finish the series however, I can't. You have not a single copy of the second book. So I couldn't buy it from you! I'm not exactly being difficult, it goes first, SECOND, third! Rant over but as an additional point you may have noticed I didn't give you a second point, see how it feels.

Adventures from an air mattress

Air mattresses. Excellent aren't they? Especially those electric ones, plug them in press the switch... Bam! One bed. Brilliant. It has to be said though they are not that great if you are on them for a prolonged period of time say... a few weeks.

Currently in my house we have family friends over which is excellent, more activity in the house; cooking split up, it's wonderful. Except at night. Lying on the floor of my brothers room surrounded by clothes, rubbish and who knows what, desperately attempting to reach sleep getting close and then there it is rousing me again. That dull aching pain from the air mattress. It's been less than a week and I am not going to lie I am quite tired now.

Oh well, not like I have another week where I am actually going to be working and not on holiday, oh wait...