...and so it begins

Right, so here we are. My first ever blog. I've never really even considered writing a diary before now, but for some reason I suddenly feel compelled to write a blog. This might seem odd, especially as a diary allows your to keep your thoughts private (unless you become famous/infamous enough to publish your memoirs to the highest bidder) but I can't really see that happening. So if I can't even write a personal diary why would I want to publish my thoughts to the entire world? I haven't quite worked that out yet, but I'll be sure to let you know if I find out - who says anyone will be bothered to read this anyway?

First of all, a little bit about me:

I'm male, I'm in my early twenties, I'm single, I live at home with my parents in a leafy suburb of North West London, I have aspirations of being a Solicitor one day, I study on the LPC (legal practice course) in Central London, I play tennis to a reasonable standard, I play football to an unreasonable standard, I like spending time with my friends and family and love listening to a very wide range of music. I also fully appreciate that this is beginning to sound a little like a bad 'about me' section on a social networking site.

You'll get to know more about me through future entries, but I imagine most who read this will know this gumpf anyway.

What should I be doing right now? Well, my course is currently taking up an unacceptable amount of time in my life and has been for the last two years. I often find any reason to avoid doing the work until I really have to. So here I am, procrastinating. I should be reading about Ancillary Relief in the context of Family Law (which is actually interesting in comparison to much of what I have to read!) but I simply can't be bothered at the moment.

Actually, something I find interesting about myself in this respect, is no matter how long I have to do something e.g. an essay or preparation for class etc. I will use up all available time, even if it is the most menial task.

This doesn't necessarily mean I leave things until the last minute, because generally I don't.

For example, let's say I have 1 hours worth of work to do and 5 hours to do it in: I will spend the full 5 hours doing the work at a rate of 20%. Why? I'm not sure. Some psychologist out there must have an explanation? Maybe it's just because working at 20% for 5 hours feels like less than 1 hour at 100%. I think maybe I should address my work ethic and try to make more efficient use of the time when I am working, especially when it means I can free up the rest of the day for doing the things I really want to be doing.

That's enough for now. I really should get back to reading about the joys of Ancillary Relief, maybe adopting my new and improved work ethic? Personally, I'm sceptical.

Comments are always welcomed and encouraged, mainly so I know I'm not just writing these entries for the sake of it.