Procrastination
Outlook is a wonderful tool, but not when it keeps reminding you that it is now 96 weeks since you were supposed to finish a report you haven't even started yet.
Just how lazy are you? How long will you put off the essential or the inevitable? What do you fill the time with?
(We're too lazy to write something funny here. You do it.)
( , Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:18)
Outlook is a wonderful tool, but not when it keeps reminding you that it is now 96 weeks since you were supposed to finish a report you haven't even started yet.
Just how lazy are you? How long will you put off the essential or the inevitable? What do you fill the time with?
(We're too lazy to write something funny here. You do it.)
( , Thu 13 Nov 2008, 18:18)
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Second year uni exams
A friend and I developed some extreme (and very stupid) procrastination during the summer exams towards the end of our second year of Uni.
Our medium? Fire.
It started small - just arsing about with deodorant and lighters (indoors), but things progressed filling pint glasses with said deodorant, lighting them, and throwing them into each others rooms like some kind of fiery grenade. Another good one was setting the other persons bin on fire when they weren't looking, and sneaking out, eliciting 'Hmmm, why can I smell burning? OH SHIT!' on more than one occasion.
On reflection, we were lucky to not burn the house down, especially as the landlord was the cheapest man alive, so all the furniture was from the 50s, and therefore about as fire retardant as a petrol soaked rag.
However, we did discover the flammability of flour, resulting in this. Excuse my laughter - I only make that kind of noise very infrequently.
( , Sat 15 Nov 2008, 12:21, Reply)
A friend and I developed some extreme (and very stupid) procrastination during the summer exams towards the end of our second year of Uni.
Our medium? Fire.
It started small - just arsing about with deodorant and lighters (indoors), but things progressed filling pint glasses with said deodorant, lighting them, and throwing them into each others rooms like some kind of fiery grenade. Another good one was setting the other persons bin on fire when they weren't looking, and sneaking out, eliciting 'Hmmm, why can I smell burning? OH SHIT!' on more than one occasion.
On reflection, we were lucky to not burn the house down, especially as the landlord was the cheapest man alive, so all the furniture was from the 50s, and therefore about as fire retardant as a petrol soaked rag.
However, we did discover the flammability of flour, resulting in this. Excuse my laughter - I only make that kind of noise very infrequently.
( , Sat 15 Nov 2008, 12:21, Reply)
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