literally procrastinating

In writing this post I am reverting back to a means of task-avoidance about which I had long forgotten along with school lunches, the Theorem of Pythagoras and debating (yes, I was on the debate team – all the cool kids were doing it). I am speaking of what is commonly known as the “art of procrastination”. Since starting my studies towards my English degree I have found countless reasons to do anything but read my texts books which, quite frankly, make as much sense to me as the technology behind mobile phones. Last week, while attempting to understand everything that entails “literary theory” I found the need to refer to my newly acquired Oxford Dictionary of Literary Terms. Understandably, such a title wouldn’t arouse all-round enthusiasm in most, but to me it is heaven-sent in assisting me to make head-or-tail of concepts that are simply way over my head. However, the entry for humanism prompted me to look up Renaissance; on doing this I was made to refer to the term Enlightenment (how appropriate!); but in order to fully understand this I first needed to look up Encyclopèdtes; which, unsurprisingly, referred me back to Enlightenment and just as well because by this stage I had completely forgotten what I was originally trying to look-up and had run out of fingers for page markers. I suspect that these initial literary terms are the least of my worries and no amount of procrastination is going to turn me into an instant intellectual literary critic. However, you can probably expect an increase in blog posts. And perhaps I’ll invest in a few proper page markers in order to elude myself into thinking that study times aren’t as daunting as they first appear.