My wardrobe before:

My wardrobe after:

It is colour coded and labelled, and separated into jumpers, tops, skirts, and dresses! I need school to go back.

- Playing NationStates2 (poorly)
- Getting fat from being at home too much :(
- Resisting the urge to bake for fear of compounding that problem
- Taking antibiotics AGAIN wah
- Waiting to hear back about jobs? At all?? But getting offered some possible highly reputable hourly work via my old mentor teacher which will be great if it happens, and hopefully some casual stuff at my mum’s clinic
- Hoping that my teacher’s registration goes through by Wednesday so I don’t have to do another Mandatory Notification course, laaame
- Cleaning up massively! All my stuff is SO ORGANISED.
- Upgrading to a queen-size bed… with bargains! 50% off on my quilt, two complete sheet sets for $30, 60% off on my quilt cover, 35% off my mattress and free delivery… and $99 bed frame from Ikea to be acquired on Saturday! So many bargains.
- Praising modern medicine. Antibiotics are wonderful!
- Knitting
- WISHING I HAD A JOB

Hum. So my intention is to move out of home fairly early next year, depending on my employment status/location. It turns out I have three separate human entities expressing interest in moving out with me! Yay options, but… I am going to HURT AT LEAST TWO FEELINGS! :(

This weekend I was not at home from 8am Friday until 11:15pm Sunday. I am tired and my homework is Not Done At All.

Also I am all weird and sick. So I was way stroppy at work today. My bosses were trying to give me work all afternoon and I was like NO!! Too busy!! Leave me alone!! and… they did? Then it got to 4:30pm and I was like… oh. I am quite comfortably almost done? And I was out by 5:01! I need to be a bitch more often! Or be nicer, and not get fired.

I hesitated to post this cos it is so random, but.

My air conditioner is famous on the internet ^o)

Despite being 24 years old, I still live with my parents. This is a medium to high source of angst for me but, currently, I’m the richest I’ve ever been and my finances are such that I could probably afford to pay rent or to buy food, but certainly not both at once. (Please don’t talk to me about utilities or, like, furniture, I do not want to hear!)

Incidentally, by the end of this year, I’ll have done six years of full-time study since 2002 and my debt will be about half of my prospective annual income. Hooray for tertiary education!

Anyway. The main reason I wish I didn’t live with my parents, apart from having my style cramped by being constantly babysat, and the lack of necessity for me to get much from Ikea, is that I wish I had control over more than one space in my home. Because, well. My ability to waste time is stellar and I’ve been thinking about ways to boost my productivity. Apart from monitor size (which I am addressing by moving from a 12″ to a 20″ as soon as I can!) and desk neatness (something which I am kind of doomed to never achieve for more than 20 minutes I think), I’ve been pondering ways to self-discipline. I’ve decided that, ideally, I would have two completely different computers in two different rooms; one for work and one for play. The “fun” computer would have email and Facebook and pop music and MSN; the “productive” computer would have… Microsoft Word, and maybe some Bach. And it would live in an uncluttered room (or, a corner, if spare rooms are scarce as they are likely to be) without a TV in range.

The problem with my bedroom is that I do everything in here: sleep, study, watch tv, surf, read, talk on the phone, get dressed, do my hair, write, and… eat, quite often. No wonder the energy in here is fragmented! It is too much for one little room to handle! I think an analogy can be drawn with insomnia guides that tell you to make sure you don’t do things like study or watch TV in bed, because you want to train your psyche to treat it only as a place for sleeping. My desk is too many things at once.

But, how lovely! Set yourself a realistic target, disappear to your “productivity room”, emerge when you have met it!

Then hop back onto Facebook for another round of Herd-a-Word.

I think this would be perfection.