PWN'd... by my alarm clock, and my mad procrastination skillz
I have way too much stuff to do this week and next week. I shouldn't even be on here right now except that this is the first chance I've had to email my parents a complete Christmas list and anyways it's lunchtime.
I feel like such an idiot today. I was up pretty late last night, but that's really not much of an excuse to have completely forgotten to change my alarm clock back an hour so I would wake up on time for my nine o'clock class today. It's a good thing my friends were talking in the kitchen, because that's what woke me up at eight-thirty-six. So minus the ten minutes it takes me to get to school, I had fourteen minutes to get ready. Yeah, and I did it too. I'm not quite sure how, though. I managed to eat, throw on clothes that looked presentable, AND arrive on time and at the same time that the professor did. (Well, basically I stuffed two slices of bread into my face while I was getting dressed. >.> That might have something to do with it.)
I should really go now and finish up the last of my art homework and go study Greek. I hate damn quizzes first thing in the morning. At least tomorrow I only have the quiz and then Creative Writing. But I did manage to get the page requested for tomorrow mostly written out. I got hit with an idea for my character on the way back from that class yesterday, so I think I'll be all right. I'm going to be writing that and essays all freaking weekend though, with breaks for art homework.
Which leads me to my final point. If ANYONE sees me on here this weekend, I want you to kick me in the ass and tell me to go back to work. Because I suck THAT BADLY at not procrastinating on my own.
Thank you.
I feel like such an idiot today. I was up pretty late last night, but that's really not much of an excuse to have completely forgotten to change my alarm clock back an hour so I would wake up on time for my nine o'clock class today. It's a good thing my friends were talking in the kitchen, because that's what woke me up at eight-thirty-six. So minus the ten minutes it takes me to get to school, I had fourteen minutes to get ready. Yeah, and I did it too. I'm not quite sure how, though. I managed to eat, throw on clothes that looked presentable, AND arrive on time and at the same time that the professor did. (Well, basically I stuffed two slices of bread into my face while I was getting dressed. >.> That might have something to do with it.)
I should really go now and finish up the last of my art homework and go study Greek. I hate damn quizzes first thing in the morning. At least tomorrow I only have the quiz and then Creative Writing. But I did manage to get the page requested for tomorrow mostly written out. I got hit with an idea for my character on the way back from that class yesterday, so I think I'll be all right. I'm going to be writing that and essays all freaking weekend though, with breaks for art homework.
Which leads me to my final point. If ANYONE sees me on here this weekend, I want you to kick me in the ass and tell me to go back to work. Because I suck THAT BADLY at not procrastinating on my own.
Thank you.