Boxes, Nocturnalism, Phones

I've been home for a good few days now, and my belongings are still sitting packed in boxes on the less comfortable of the two beds. It genuinely seems a huge amount of trouble to unpack it all - it still feels as if I'm only here temporarily and will have to move out again soon, which is partly true as I'll be going to America in a week. The other problem is that I've no idea where else to put it - my bedroom has once again accumulated a lot of things during the months I was away, and I find it near impossible to sort out or classify the things in the boxes that I've brought with me. They're just boxes of stuff.

In fact, one of the things that I don't like about being home is the fact that as soon as I get there, I become astoundingly lazy. I've been trying to get up at a reasonable hour recently because I have a job interview on Thursday at 9am, but I set the alarm for that time today and eventually emerged from bed at closer to eleven.

One of the many things that I could blame for this, believe it or not, is my set of curtains. They're so astoundingly thick that they block out almost all light no matter what time of the day it is, making it appear like it's midnight in my room whenever they're closed.

The bane of my existence.

Another reason is that it's difficult not to adjust to a schedule where I can speak to and others during my waking hours. Despite my best efforts I have so far been unable to convince my parents to switch to broadband, and instead I am still using Freeserve Hometime, a 56k connection that works in the evenings and weekends only. Because of the nature of the phone being used during most of the day I go online usually after 10pm only when I won't be disturbed. It's difficult going back to that after the speed of Resnet when it worked (which come to think of it I'll never be using again).

Speaking of the phone, I had forgotten how much trouble a small beige bit of cheap plastic can cause. The thing rings constantly throughout the day, mostly when I'm in the middle of something vital like eating a bowl of cornflakes, and more often than not it's a telemarketer trying to sell me one of their unintelligible foreign accents. Either that or the phone line will be dead completely - it's very mysterious.

I think that the largest factor in my descent in to laziness and my continuing tendency towards being completely spherical is the lack of any kind of drive - I now have no practicals to do, no exams to panic about and no project to carry on with. To that end I've tried starting on another couple of MMF engines, but they're going so badly just now that they're hardly worth mentioning. Having said that, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the end of third year - this is pretty much a perfect scenario after the work that I and everyone else in Junior Honours did. All I need to do is wait a week to get on a plane...