Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Ryan Bounagui is a self-confessed news junkie, part-time mentor, part-time pie producer, full-time madman. Never too far from a pub.

Inspiration can come from the strangest of places. I've never really struggled for motivation or inspiration. If anything I'm quite a driven young chap who's never hidden the fact he wants to go far in life. But regardless of how motivated or inspired any one person is, the occasional top-up of fuel to that burning desire can never be a bad thing.

It was after my last exam, essentially my last ever piece of University work, that I awarded myself a few days of doing nothing; absolutely nothing. It's in the last lap you have to run the hardest and for my last ever exam I did nothing but study. Just about every single waking moment was spent studying, with the occasional relapse for my twice-weekly game of fives (which I simply can't say no to) or whenever nature called. When nothingness finally came, however, I genuinely found myself missing studying. No seriously, I did.

It must have been about half 11, on Nothingness Day 1, somewhere in between Don't Get Done Get Dom and Bargain Hunt, that I realised I wasn't living; I was existing. During those late-night studying sessions in the library the couch seemed the most appealing place on earth. When I finally made it to the promised land of the couch and that nothingness I had been looking forward to I couldn't have been more disappointed. It was only when the dog was jumping about the living room rug - barking at me to take him out for a pee - that I was reminded of any sense of purpose.

Now not all of those on benefits are these scroungers or layabouts that some may have you believe. But it would be a lie to say that there aren't people out there who would prefer to see out their lives doing absolutely nothing and getting by on state hand outs. In a weird and warped way I admire them. How on earth they can survive that lifestyle is beyond me. By the time Bargain Hunt was scheduled to end I found myself mopping the floor for the entertainment value.

In the end that mini-break to Nothingness never even made it into a second day, like one of those holidays where the brochure and the reality are so far apart you feel like suing for false marketing. Some people top up their inspiration by reflecting on negative events in their lives, looking to role models or watching Sylvester Stallone chop wood then run up a mountain; I drew mine from lying on a couch. Mediocrity's my biggest fear in life. I want a life full of action and adventure, where no two days are the same. The only way I'll ever achieve that is by working hard and being successful. The couch isn't that comfy anyway.