The Worst Torture

Oh wow, second post! Who ever thought it'd get this far?

I did succeed in staying up all night, and I have concluded that sleep deprivation must be the worst form of torture - not that I've ever experienced anything extremely painful in my life, so for all I know one of the more painful ones could be worse. Regardless, at this moment I think sleep deprivation is a torture I could least stand. It is like a literal compulsion, I think, when one really needs sleep, and attempting to ignore it obviously feels pretty horrible.

Still, I did succeed, so I'm eagerly awaiting an early night tonight, and hopefully a more sensible sleeping schedule. This situation, then, leads me to reflect what happens when I'm lazy: namely, I tend to loose all sense of what is a reasonable amount of work not to do, and go back to bed. I'm really very bad with work, I tend to go to lectures/seminars etc. only if I have to (most of the time) and almost always leave work right until the last minute. With all that in place, it really doesn't take much of a slip to put me behind in my work.

Why am I like this? Bad habits, in all honesty. Without wanting to sound elitist or anything, I never had to put much effort in at school, and so I got used to being lazy about things. The funny thing is, this style has never failed me - well, I mean, it almost did this week, but beyond that I've done rather well in life. I got four As at A Level and am now at a top university, so I suppose it's not all bad. I think I'll change if I ever have to - my current attitude to work was born out of circumstance, so I think I could create a new attitude if necessary. For now, though, I sort of like things like this, 'Work gets done in its own time,' has been my motto for a while, and it has held true so far.

So, what's my conclusion here? 'I'm terribly lazy, but it hasn't really harmed me so I quite like it,' about sums it up, I feel.

So this is me

That is, Scott.

Yeah, A Clockwork Orange reference, I'm really blowing minds now.

So, I thought I might start a blog, because I read a blog recently and thought to myself, 'Maybe I should do that, it might be good.' I'm also currently attempting not to sleep all night, in order to correct my sleeping patterns.

Yeah, let's talk about this. On Monday I finished NaNoWriMo which, for those of you that don't know, is an event that runs every year that sets the following challenge: write a 50 000 word novel in thirty days, November 1st-30th. I did it, writing 50 681 words in 29 days, but left behind me the most stressful and exhausting month of my life. Not only was I attempting to write a novel in a month, but I was (and am) in my first term at university, which alone is more work than I've ever done before in my life. Having exited this month, then, I went what could be described as 'a bit mad'. I skipped my lectures on Tuesday. I only deserved it, I thought, after the month I'd had. Then, I did the same on Wednesday. I only had one hour though, I rationalised, so what difference would it make?
You can pretty much apply the same to Thursday, and then came today. Today, I actually had an engagement that marked me on my attendance, and I ended up sleeping right through it. This is when I knew I had a problem - I had got into a cycle over the past few days of going to bed at about 5am and waking up about 2 in the afternoon.
Stupid, stupid, stupid and entirely my fault.
So, here I am, staying up through the night so on Saturday evening I can go to bed at a reasonable time, and restore some semblance of a normal sleeping pattern.

I think I'll stop there, that's a little slice of my life, and I want to save something interesting for the future.

So that is me, that is, Scott, at this moment. Maybe I'll continue this blog, and maybe some day people will actually read it. Who knows?