Procrastination is the devil. I am the sin.
Lately, my level of efficientcy has reached an astounding low. I've just been getting the bare minimum done which is beginning to make the over-achiever within me very restless... and kinda sassy too. Damn her.
Anyone else have the inner over-achieving biotch syndrome like myself? I was finally starting to get the hang of balancing the demands of my multi-tasking self with my true slacking, procrastinating self and then I just got too lazy.... or maybe I'm just tired.
The real answer is that I need a month to re-acclimate myself to the concept of free time.
Why can't I make myself work???!! I'm in the library with my floppy disk in the computer and my half-finished exam paper open but I just can't make the damn leap to actually finishing it! AH!
Really though... I'm just looking for an excuse to misuse my time now so I have to pull an all-nighter and thus have an excuse to sleep all day tomorrow. It's official. The results are in. The committee concurs. I am an utterly worthless human being. Oh, wait.... I've just been handed an update. I am a mostly worthless excuse for an human being with slight neurotic tendencies. The appropriate remedy is getting a life as soon as possible or at least finishing my essay as soon as possible.....
that would be the logical next step in today's chain of events...
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...but in seeing that my life is beginning to resemble a david lynch film (or an avant-garde piece of bullshit of a similar caliber and critical acclaim) I will probably continue typing this fruitless pursuit of self-worth through eloquently phrased summaries of the eccentric passing of time that I call my life.
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I wonder how long a person could stay awake without an artificial source of energy. I've always wanted to experience that supposed state of insanity when one reaches the brink of mental stress just before you body jumps out of itself in order to escape the forced state of consciousness that some sadistic tendency is making it endure.
As a college student, I have done very little late-night studying or really staying up all that late in general. I'm almost always the one to crash first. I'm always the one who has some kind of first-half-of-the-day commitment that requires me to retire early. (Real world Translation: Call it an "Early Night" in Nola-speak means being asleep by 3 am.)
I've only stayed awake all night for ONE New Orleans Sunrise, but I've awaken in time to meet quite a few.
This kind of "Responsible Adult" madness must come to an end in order for me to live the life of an actual college student. Then it's settled.... procrastinate the day away and then stay up all night making up for it.
Is there anything wrong with my knuckle-cracking/back-cracking/elbow-cracking habit? Really now. It's not your joints! It doesn't hurt! Ok then, it's settled, the world has to stop giving me grief for it then.
Here's a thought! Maybe you SHOULDN'T talk on your cell phone in the library. I'm going to have to run this one by the committee, but I THINK that perhaps you could step outside to make that urgent "hey... I'm in the library..." call. Just a little suggestion though.
MUST WORK ON PAPER....................
uggguhh........ I don't know what my problem is. I actually like the topic I'm writing on... It's about the distinction of what a "religious war" is and why the war on terrorism is a religious war and why Americans who think that it's not are full of it. America is a religion. Nationalism is a religion. Bush may even think that he's God and so do some other ignorant, back-woods fuckups.
I don't hate Bush though... I mean, I don't really hate anyone. There's no such thing as far as humans are concerned.... We do not have the capacity to totally hate in the same way that we don't have the capacity to totally love.
What's really important is that I'm going to register to vote when I go home for Christmas. I can vote.... how cool is that? My country is finally acknowledging my existence as a functioning, thinking human being. Here's something stupid to think about.... If America was the Catholic Church, we'd vote when we turned 7.
I really need to take a shower. And finish my paper....
grrrrr.
DAMNIT!
Anyone else have the inner over-achieving biotch syndrome like myself? I was finally starting to get the hang of balancing the demands of my multi-tasking self with my true slacking, procrastinating self and then I just got too lazy.... or maybe I'm just tired.
The real answer is that I need a month to re-acclimate myself to the concept of free time.
Why can't I make myself work???!! I'm in the library with my floppy disk in the computer and my half-finished exam paper open but I just can't make the damn leap to actually finishing it! AH!
Really though... I'm just looking for an excuse to misuse my time now so I have to pull an all-nighter and thus have an excuse to sleep all day tomorrow. It's official. The results are in. The committee concurs. I am an utterly worthless human being. Oh, wait.... I've just been handed an update. I am a mostly worthless excuse for an human being with slight neurotic tendencies. The appropriate remedy is getting a life as soon as possible or at least finishing my essay as soon as possible.....
that would be the logical next step in today's chain of events...
~~~~~~~~
...but in seeing that my life is beginning to resemble a david lynch film (or an avant-garde piece of bullshit of a similar caliber and critical acclaim) I will probably continue typing this fruitless pursuit of self-worth through eloquently phrased summaries of the eccentric passing of time that I call my life.
~~~~~~~~
I wonder how long a person could stay awake without an artificial source of energy. I've always wanted to experience that supposed state of insanity when one reaches the brink of mental stress just before you body jumps out of itself in order to escape the forced state of consciousness that some sadistic tendency is making it endure.
As a college student, I have done very little late-night studying or really staying up all that late in general. I'm almost always the one to crash first. I'm always the one who has some kind of first-half-of-the-day commitment that requires me to retire early. (Real world Translation: Call it an "Early Night" in Nola-speak means being asleep by 3 am.)
I've only stayed awake all night for ONE New Orleans Sunrise, but I've awaken in time to meet quite a few.
This kind of "Responsible Adult" madness must come to an end in order for me to live the life of an actual college student. Then it's settled.... procrastinate the day away and then stay up all night making up for it.
Is there anything wrong with my knuckle-cracking/back-cracking/elbow-cracking habit? Really now. It's not your joints! It doesn't hurt! Ok then, it's settled, the world has to stop giving me grief for it then.
Here's a thought! Maybe you SHOULDN'T talk on your cell phone in the library. I'm going to have to run this one by the committee, but I THINK that perhaps you could step outside to make that urgent "hey... I'm in the library..." call. Just a little suggestion though.
MUST WORK ON PAPER....................
uggguhh........ I don't know what my problem is. I actually like the topic I'm writing on... It's about the distinction of what a "religious war" is and why the war on terrorism is a religious war and why Americans who think that it's not are full of it. America is a religion. Nationalism is a religion. Bush may even think that he's God and so do some other ignorant, back-woods fuckups.
I don't hate Bush though... I mean, I don't really hate anyone. There's no such thing as far as humans are concerned.... We do not have the capacity to totally hate in the same way that we don't have the capacity to totally love.
What's really important is that I'm going to register to vote when I go home for Christmas. I can vote.... how cool is that? My country is finally acknowledging my existence as a functioning, thinking human being. Here's something stupid to think about.... If America was the Catholic Church, we'd vote when we turned 7.
I really need to take a shower. And finish my paper....
grrrrr.
DAMNIT!