Its a hot day in Cape Town today... So hot that the fire alarms in my resididence are setting themselves off. Its ridiculous. Cape Town is a city of... Contrasts. The best looking people. Most of them are gay.Most beautiful scenery, worst weather. I repeat... Its ridiculous.
I wish I had an organised mind, If that was the case, this would be the point where'd I'd introduce my topic for this post. But seeing as I have to write my To-Do list in whiteboard marker on my cupboard doors... Thats not gonna happen. But seeing as its what I'm currently doing... Lets begin with procrastination.
I currently sit in a clean, clean, clean res room. (Note: It is not home. It is a room. It is not my room. It is a room. In which I temporarily inhabit.) Why 3 cleans dear GITPTC you ask? Cos it s very clean. Why is it very clean? Its very clean because I have a 1400 word essay to write. Its also why I'm typing this up now... Because I have something very pressing and important to do, I will do everything but... well... it. Why? It doesnt make it go away. Or make me forget that it has to be done. It just... It what? Do you know? Because I don't. But I'm doing it anyway. I live by the philosophy, when in doubt, Wikipedia. Here's what it has to say on procrastination:
''In psychology, procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions with tasks of low-priority, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time. Psychologists often cite such behavior as a mechanism for coping with the anxiety associated with starting or completing any task or decision. Schraw, Pinard, Wadkins, and Olafson have proposed three criteria for a behavior to be classified as procrastination: it must be counterproductive, needless, and delaying. Procrastination may result in stress, a sense of guilt and crisis, severe loss of personal productivity, as well as social disapproval for not meeting responsibilities or commitments. These feelings combined may promote further procrastination. While it is regarded as normal for people to procrastinate to some degree, it becomes a problem when it impedes normal functioning. Chronic procrastination may be a sign of an underlying psychological disorder.''
um... Ja. That doesn't help me... But this is so cute though...
Res food is... Its terrible. Its really bad. Before I make a very un-PC allusion to Germans feeding Jews what we get fed (damn! did it anyway) I'm gonna try look on the bright side... I may roll through the airport doors on the 25th of March (Fans, i.e. Josh. Be there, with flags and a song. :D) because of all the sandwiches I'll be eating... However, I am not emaciated. I am alive. And the taste (when there is any) can be eliminated by tons of Tomato sauce. I will pay for it ne day with hypertension and kidney stones, however, if it gets me through... So be it.
Med Campus is so unfriendly! I'm a relitivley nice girl. And I occasionally find myself struck with the urge to smile and greet random people, on campus and in the hospital on the way to Physics. And especially with the latter, I mean really. You know I'm there for Physics, and that its the last lecture before lunch, and that in the face of that I still find it within me to smile at you, you need to smile back dammit! Unless someone just died, in that case, wear the blood soaked srubs so I dont take offense. Even the medical students... First Years = Nice. Second years = Nice and full of wisdom for avoiding IP. Third years = Well... You get a selct few who stoop to chat with little Couch potatoes. Beyond that, and even in and amongst that, grumpy faces. Its why I like upper. Full of hippies and friendly people.
What else... Hmmm... I dont need to (Damn. There goes that fire alarm again) rant about anything else... I'll occupy myself... Polishing my hairclips and pretending to read my textbooks on anatomy until dinner (drowned in Nandos Sauce. Thank the Lord for small miracles).
Before I leave... COLPLAY IS AMAZING!!!!!! (and theres this First year medic who looks like Chris Martin's better looking younger brother. Everytime I see him I start singing 'Yellow' in my head. The scientist... Changed my life. For the 3 minutes it played.
Essay -and world- to conquer. Toetsiens.
