Dawson's Geek

You know, I've been finding getting back on the various wagons quite difficult this year and therefore I am seriously considering adopting failure as a way of life. 

As soon as Christmas was over, I knew I should shake off the chocolate induced malaise and get the hell on with my revision work and yet, because I am able to procrastinate at a professional level, I put it off and then put it off a bit more until the very real possibility of actually failing my exams finally made me spring into (bad tempered) action. In the week following the exams I was very keen to get the house in order and finally clear away the remaining Christmas debris, but somehow I never got round to it and so there are still paper chains up in the dining room and I strongly suspect there is 1/2 a nut roast at the back of the fridge. Even this weekend, I've really wanted to throw myself back into scrapping and blogging and generally wafting about the place pretending to be one of those bohemian creative types but in reality, I've been feeling a bit rusty and self concious which means I have actually had to force myself sit down and do it rather than waitingg for actual inspiration.

Of course never one to take responsibility for my own failings, I think a big part of the problem lies with one of my Christmas presents and so I place the blame firmly at Santa Claus's door. You might remember that back in September when I was learning something new everyday, I found that Dawson's Creek has stood the test of time and so after dropping a series of (elephantine) hints I was very happy to find this in my stocking (not literally, it's pretty huge and would have compromised the integrity of the elastic) on Christmas morning:

That's right, 34 discs of Dawson's Creek lushness and I am loving every minute of it.  There have been a lot of minutes so far even though I've only just reached the halfway point this weekend, and that's with an average viewing schedule of between 3 and 4 episodes a day.  However, when I finally managed to pull myself away from the television to tidy the kitchen this afternoon, my shuffling iPod gave me a bit of wake up to call as to what my life has become.

Busted's song (has it really been 5 whole years since they split?) Dawson's Geek is all about someone obsessed with the all things Capeside and while the entire song had a certain apt-ness for my current lifestyle, the line that prompted me to smile wryly to myself was 'naming your dog Pacey was taking things a little too far'. This very morning I was sitting on the sofa musing to myself whether I could persuade Alistair to consider naming out first born child Pacey when the time came and while I concluded probably not, I though I might be able to get away with it for a dog or a cat at some point in the future.

So there we have it. I am officially a loser (after all, you can't of missed the fact that I still have Busted on my iPod!). Hopefully I'll be back in a couple of days with an update as to what I've been up to whilst on hiatus (apart from revising and watching DVDs), but in the meantime here are a couple of layouts made with a combination of SBK's December and January kits which seem a little irrelevent now Christmas is technically ages away.