Moving, eventually.

"Let him that would move the world first move himself." -  Socrates

I am moving to university in 2 DAYS and since I'm packing up to study Philosophy a Socrates quote seemed very apt. (expect Socrates quotes to creep up anyone that has seen my montage poster of the fella who founded philosophy will know I'm a bit more than keen on him.)

Socrates is saying we must change ourselves firstly before changing others, refer to Michael Jackson's 'man in the mirror' lyrics for further explanation. My big step is loading up the car, handing my Mum a box of Kleenex and starting a new life. But what happens when you don't fancy budging from under your duvet and 'moving oneself'? 

pro·cras·ti·na·tion  
noun
putting off or delaying,especially something requiring immediate attention

Thank you Oxford Dictionary for the diagnosis, I CAN NOT THINK OF MOVING. So instead, I caught the creative bug, rummaged through my old clothes and got ARTY. 

I bought clothes dye from my local market, the instructions were really simple and within minutes my boring 'wouldn't be seen taking the bins out' attire was now a psychedelic delight. Dip dying socks didn't feel wild enough so I found this tom boy shirt and added studs. You can buy gold studs on eBay for less than a packet of crisps and there is so many designs. The orange matted ones and skull and crossbones are on my next shopping list. 
Click here for the eBay shop I got purchased mine from.

As for procrastinating? 

 I did reluctantly pack in the end.