'Tis the season (by that I mean for Sherlock Season 3)

Hello blog, how have you been? Good? Good.

So, you know, it's that time of the year again. If you are a child (and for some bizarre and unexplainable reason managed to find your way into the realms of my blog), it is the time of the year when an obese man with a beard squeezes his way down your chimney and leaves your presents under the tree for the exchange of milk and cookies. If you are an adult, it's pretty much the same except you realise you don't have a chimney because no one really has a chimney and your childhood was a total lie.

Have a good one!
Love,
Me.

Barpire (the blogpost where I lost it completely).

There is a (fictional) legend, surreptitiously whispered about a bar around the corner. The bar itself is not called 'The Bar Around The Corner' however contemporary the name seemed, due to the owner's fear of geographical inaccuracy when referring to the bar when the individuals aren't in fact around the corner.

"But what if they were on the same street? Then the bar would be just ahead. Should I call it 'Just Ahead'?" He had wondered to himself. Though the idea had an almost identical flaw and isn't really a solution at all.

 The bar wasn't special and remained unnamed, mainly due to indecisiveness. It bore a blank slate of varnished metal at the front that left enough space for when the indecisive owner finally settles for an appropriate and generally applicable name.

 The (fictional) legend about the bar around the corner was about the owner himself. Though the (fictional) legend remains unbeknownst to him.

 It was that he was a vampire. A life sucking creature of the night that frolics the dark alleyways in search of a prey. This rumour could be blamed on his choice of clothing (collared capes) and the fact that the bar closes precisely by midnight.

 To end this tragic tale, the (fictional) legend of the indecisive bar owner is finally clarified. No, he's not a vampire. He is just an owner of a crappy bar around the corner.

Thoughts on studying (a succinct and eloquently worded account on my feelings towards studying).

I hate it.
So much.

Halloween.

I'm still not quite sure about this festivity, but it is a good excuse to watch Tim Burton films. So, you know, have a good one.

Today's progress:

- almost nothing.
- planning to do one of those montages in films where super cool music plays while I stay up all night manically flipping through books and typing.
- Current essay word count: 252.

Here's one of my favourite short films, if you (like me) do not have the time to watch a 2 hour long flick today:

Continuation. (don't get used to this)

I realise I don't have the ability to focus on just one thing for extended periods of time. Right now, there are 5 tabs open in my browser and there's music from one of them but I'm not sure exactly where. But the music is good so this is not a problem. That was just a series of unnecessary information (aka a summary of my entire blog)

Today's update:

- Cleaned my room.
- Realised I didn't know how to reference correctly.
- Spent a good fraction of the day figuring out how to reference.
- Typed in reference.
- Called human people on the phone.
- Current essay word count: 252.

Will update later. (this is very unlikely).

IN-ESSAY-N (did you get the pun? Yeah, I felt cheap, too.)

Hello, it's been a while. Nothing much has changed. I started University, had 5 children, grew a beard, prevented a possible intergalactic war. Now you're caught on.

I am not a terrible person, but I am a terrible productive person. Meaning I am not a productive person. As a newly-started-University student, I am burdened with several written assignments that I am currently not doing because I am writing a post in my blog. So I thought I would (maybe) make a few regular (maybe) blog posts that update my progress in these endeavours.

Today's progress:

-Thought about writing research report.
-Wrote the word "Introduction"
-Felt it was enough progress.
-Realised it was not.
-Laughed upon realising the research report was on procrastination.
-Current essay word count: 131.

Will update later (maybe).

Questions (Is the ground slightly tilted or is my head tilted?)

It's 5.20am and I am yet to sleep. I feel like this is the time, for me personally, when my brain is at its very peak. It is when we (by that I mean my brain and I, as we are apparently two different entities) think of the real questions.

I know, you may sigh in exasperation.

Anyways, I was watching a Livestream at around 3am and they raised some pretty good questions. Like: "Have you ever peeled an orange so slowly... [then it just trailed off because they started laughing]".

 But it got me thinking... have I ever peeled an orange so slowly? Is there really a rate at which a person can peel an orange which could be universally considered "fast" or "slow"? Is it relative to the size/type of orange? Is a tangerine also an orange? (because there is absolutely no difference to me).

Is time just an illusion? Does the Earth revolve around the sun the other way when we don't sleep? I have so many questions. If anyone can give me some answers that would be very helpful.

Please prioritise the orange peeling question. That is the most important to me.