Its when it buries you, you have a problem
Time management has always been a concept that has remained foreign to me. It has eluded me for years, and somehow I feel as though I will never quite grasp it. After all, given the choice between doing an essay that has to be handed in in 2 months, or going out and getting trolleyed, the choice is very simple.
And so, this pattern carried on until two days before said essay needed to be handed in.

SHIT! I thought to myself one lazy Wednesday morning. And so with a new found determination, I started to type furiously. "Its Ok" I thought "as long as I work on it all today, tonight and tomorrow I can get it done in reasonable shape for Friday." As last minute plans go, it wasn't a bad one...that is until my housemates decided that an impromptu house party was in order.

I couldn't believe it. I could have actually killed them. "YOU'RE HAVING A HOUSE PARTY...TONIGHT? I HAVE AN ESSAY TO DO FOR FRIDAY, I DONT HAVE ANY OF THE BOOKS I NEED, AND YOU'RE HAVING A HOUSE PARTY!" It was like they'd planned it to piss me off.

And so, while everyone else was downstairs having a good time, I locked myself in my room trying to ignore the bass vibrating the entire house and attempted to write an essay about something I knew very little. It was no good, I couldn't think. With a steely determination not to have any fun I went to bed with the promise of waking up early and carrying on the next day.

Morning broke. All was quiet. Excellent. I got up and opened the door out onto the landing when I was met with...about 200 text books cascading into my room like an avalanche of epic proportions. Turns out after me shouting at them, my housemates felt a bit guilty and decided to help me out. So they went to the library with everybody from the party with the aim of getting the textbooks I needed. Problem was that despite living with them for two years, nobody could remember what course I was studying, so they just got textbooks spanning as many subjects as they could lay their hands on. All of which were now strewn across my room. And that was when I recieved WAY too much information.

Incredibly, within the carnage that was now my room, in the middle of all the useless shit they'd brought back they had actually managed to get the exact books I needed
( Furness, Fri 7 Sep 2007, 16:27, Reply)