Mess

I don't like it. This is mess physically and metaphorically. I'm not the tidiest of people and I usually am surrounded by mess in my room, but this isn't because I'm 'messy' its purely because I'm just lazy.

Starting a new day waking up with old clothes scattered on the floor or books and papers spread out over my desk is not a way that makes me want to get up and do things. It just makes me want to avoid all work until its magically gone or that my mother can't stand it any more and just has to tidy it herself. I should feel more guilty about this but I tend not to mind too much.

I thought I'd post a blog (as I haven't in a while) before I got to doing my R+J coursework and suddenly realised how tidy my desk was. It definitely gave me a positive mental attitude and I know that sounded really gay but I now feel ready to WORK. I better get a good mark for this.