Journals of a Procrastinator
5.03 pm
I am totally regretting most of the decisions I made this weekend. Mostly because now it's Monday and I have to face the consequences, like finishing this seminar paper in nine hours, which sounds like a lot, but really I'm afraid I'll take all of them and there will be no time for anything else.
In more better news, Sunday=turquoise hair!
Is that really all I have to look forward to?
7.20 pm
Last night was Lindsay's birthday was good, despite my having forgotten it for long enough for it to matter. I thought about it every day for the past month and then forgot it the week of. What kind of a friend am I? I bought her some hideously dyed daisies and Slim Jims, which are actually a tradition, consciously continued or not. I mean, the daisies were dyed, not the Slim Jims, which are the tradition, not the daisies.
The night before that I went to a house party thrown by some work friends which are famously drunken. Well, I assume that everyone thinks what I do about everything, so. I did really three things I regret doing that really aren't worth mentioning, except the one which is begging to be mentioned so hard I know I shouldn't.
Mmm alcohol.
8.34 pm
I have really been sitting at this computer for the past five and a half hours. That means I only have four and a half remaining in which to knock out... two and a half more pages of intelligent, lucid, careful analysis of The Mill on the Floss. I do not, however, have that much to say on the subject, partially because I have not finished the book, partially because I have spent a good deal of the past 5.5 hours watching Brotherhood 2.0.
I do know a lot now about carbon emissions and Wikipedia. Thank you, Green brothers.
9.17 pm
Wow. Really, what I meant was that I had until two o'clock, which from eight-thirty is actually six and a half hours away. Wait, no, it's five and a half. None of this is actually making my day any better. If only I had correctly calculated the time I had to begin with.
It looks like I did. The very first time.
But now it really is four and a half hours away.
12.15 pm
I opened my book to the page where I had placed my pen and as I picked up said pen one identical to it fell out of the back of the book. I have not had enough sleep for this. I have just looked down to ensure that I really did put the two in my bookbag. I did. I know it sounds less frightening than it really is.
1.11 pm
With less than an hour left, I realize that this is going quite poorly.
I am totally regretting most of the decisions I made this weekend. Mostly because now it's Monday and I have to face the consequences, like finishing this seminar paper in nine hours, which sounds like a lot, but really I'm afraid I'll take all of them and there will be no time for anything else.
In more better news, Sunday=turquoise hair!
Is that really all I have to look forward to?
7.20 pm
Last night was Lindsay's birthday was good, despite my having forgotten it for long enough for it to matter. I thought about it every day for the past month and then forgot it the week of. What kind of a friend am I? I bought her some hideously dyed daisies and Slim Jims, which are actually a tradition, consciously continued or not. I mean, the daisies were dyed, not the Slim Jims, which are the tradition, not the daisies.
The night before that I went to a house party thrown by some work friends which are famously drunken. Well, I assume that everyone thinks what I do about everything, so. I did really three things I regret doing that really aren't worth mentioning, except the one which is begging to be mentioned so hard I know I shouldn't.
Mmm alcohol.
8.34 pm
I have really been sitting at this computer for the past five and a half hours. That means I only have four and a half remaining in which to knock out... two and a half more pages of intelligent, lucid, careful analysis of The Mill on the Floss. I do not, however, have that much to say on the subject, partially because I have not finished the book, partially because I have spent a good deal of the past 5.5 hours watching Brotherhood 2.0.
I do know a lot now about carbon emissions and Wikipedia. Thank you, Green brothers.
9.17 pm
Wow. Really, what I meant was that I had until two o'clock, which from eight-thirty is actually six and a half hours away. Wait, no, it's five and a half. None of this is actually making my day any better. If only I had correctly calculated the time I had to begin with.
It looks like I did. The very first time.
But now it really is four and a half hours away.
12.15 pm
I opened my book to the page where I had placed my pen and as I picked up said pen one identical to it fell out of the back of the book. I have not had enough sleep for this. I have just looked down to ensure that I really did put the two in my bookbag. I did. I know it sounds less frightening than it really is.
1.11 pm
With less than an hour left, I realize that this is going quite poorly.