Procrastination

It's exam time for the eternal student, and being the queen of procrastination that I am I have just finished wathing an episode of Doctor Who (still mourning the loss of Christopher Eccleston (ninth Dr) after I finished watching his season last week, but being nicely comforted by David Tennant (tenth Dr). Both yum in their own way), and googling all the outdoor gear I want but don't need. Need to learn to use the gear I already have first.
    Let's add some pics of the ninth and tenth Doctor to have something to look at shall we (there's something about big ears...):

Okay, from geeky thing to another: I bought this ingenious little thing on eBay not long ago, and I've been using it intensively ever since for revising for my exams. It's a pencil lengthener!

One end is for standard size pencils, the other for slightly larger pencils. I stuck a rubber on the big-pencil-end instead since I recently also bought 144 pieces of rubber to put on the end of pencils. Imagine all the money I'll save on not throwing away half used pencils! The lengthener cost about a pound or something from Hong Kong via eBay.co.uk.

Got any tips for smart little gadgets that make everyday life so much easier? Or a favourite Doctor?

ok. fuck. right, let's update.

Seriously, can someone tell me how to get a routine to stick? It's not just about blogging more often than once a year, I'm generally shite at making routines stick for more than a week at a time.

Anyway, I've left Svalbard, back on the mainland, had a couple of weeks in northern Norway doing geological fieldwork, aka going for hikes and getting paid for it. The plan is to make posts for the rest of the whole Svalbard thing, the geology thing, the thing I'm doing now, which is holidays at the summer cabin, all the bloody crocheting I've done last six months, the fact that I've watched six, yes six, seasons of Dexter during the last three weeks, also the first season of Girls, brilliant series that one, love it, but man! I'm having Dexter abstinences, it's really fucking hard going from several episodes a day to nothing, nothing! Fucking hell, that is one sexy serial killer, the catharsis when he sticks his knife in (yeah, no euphemisms here...), well.

Listening to A Hazy Shade of Winter for the sixth time in a row now, been picking and choosing pictures all night, but for this time all you'll get is what I had for dessert: Ice cream and strawberries and coffee. The strawberries had started to mould on the counter. Yum yum.

More coming tomorrow! I promise, I think...