Try, Try, And Try Again Until You Give Up Ten Seconds In

One of my goals as of late has been to be as productive as I can whenever possible.  I have books I want to read, books I'm in the process of writing, blog networking to do, and a variety of other daily ins and outs that need to be done.  My problem is that I can get into this rut of laziness and procrastination.  I would look at a massive book, first in line being Joseph Heller's Catch-22, and say, "Boy howdy, that looks so much more difficult than lying on my bed until post-nasal drip fills my lungs with mucus and I am lulled to sleep by my lack of Oxygen."  Writing a book is like having to climb up the outside of the Sears Tower, and when you're halfway up someone leaps onto your back and spends the rest of the climb punching your temples.  And Blog Networking drives me nuts sometimes, as I can't seem to find a solid foothold within any established group to expand my viewership.

Relying on an already established community to get viewers?

Sellout.

Don't get me wrong, though.  I have pulled off some very intense projects that lazy procrastinators just could not muster the motivation to do.  For example: For a costume party, I made a replica of Link's Hylian shield from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time out of cardboard, acrylic paint, duct tape, and brown fabric.  Observe.

Here's the original.

Yeah.  I'm just that awesome.

If you read my mom's blog, you already know about the Ace of Cakes style Yoda cake my friends and I crafted.  (Here's a link to it, if you've never read it: Yoda Cake.)  It was a exhausting endeavor, but we finished this masterpiece.

Note: The light-saber was attached later.  Sadly, no photos of it exist.

Plus, I do whatever literary voodoo I do here almost every day.  (Being as weird as me every day can be quite taxing.)  So, clearly I'm not always a lazy bum, but when I am, it's really bad.  I have days where I will get up at three in the afternoon, shamble downstairs like some kind of undead weeble, refuse to spend the time to make food, and go back upstairs to sleep off the hunger.  Sometimes I don't even make it that far.  There have been days where I will be on the couch, let's say, and I will announce loudly, "I am hungry."  I will then look at the kitchen, a mere ten feet away, notice my legs have not moved themselves yet, and go, "Well, guess I'm not eating today."

You have all done the exact same thing, so hush.

Or don't.  Whatever.  I'm not leaving the bed to find you.

I don't know what the big deal is for me.  It's like I see the kitchen, a room that is no farther than 25 feet away from any place in the whole house, and my brain equates it to having to complete the Tour De France on a pogo stick.  This used to be a huge problem for me, too.  (The lack of motivation thing, not the pogo stick thing.)  I got demolished in high school because of it, and I'm only now learning to cope with it in college.  Once I get some structure in my days, the rest seems to fall into place.  I was so much more productive when school was still in.  My school is out for another few weeks, but I honestly can't wait to get back to the regular flow of it.  I'm so tired of being this obnoxiously unmotivated.

But I'm not going to do anything about it.

Motivation is just too hard/too far away/too much work.