The sun is out, it's the easter holidays, this all points to a good time! Except no. Not for me. I am stuck indoors, along with most other third year university students, attempting [and failing horribly] to finish my dissertation.
And as well, like most other third year university students, I'm trying to find as many things as possible to distract myself from said dissertation. Facebook, check. Crappy American TV, check. A bit more facebook, why not? And now I'm writing a blog, in which I could probably easily write the 600 words I am currently lacking to finish my dissertation.

It's not that I am even stuck! I know exactly what I need to be writing, I just seem to have no motivation in which to do it!

And why is it that it has taken me until my final month of university to realise that spending several weeks over an essay rather than a day actually works out better?

I'm even being reasonable to myself. Three hundred words. That's all I am asking myself to do. Yet I'm sat here, having written a mere one hundred, and trying to justify that to myself as being enough. Apparently checking my hair for split ends is a far more productive use of time according to my brain.