over estimated
often times my eyes are bigger than my stomach and i get way too much food because i'm so hungry, but i can never finish it all because, well...it's too much. that's a common problem.
but tonight, i learned that i can over compensate with other things too. such as coffee.
we had a class meeting at my professor's house tonight to finish watching a movie about the cuban missile crisis- sounds exciting enough. he offered us coffee and i graciously accepted, knowing i was going to need the caffeine boost to study tonight.
i'm not addicted. shut up.
the movie lasted a little longer than expected and i went into panic mode thinking i wouldn't have enough time to study. the more time that passed watching this lovely movie, the more tense i became.
finally arriving back at roughly 9:00 p.m. i rushed to the coffee pot and made a whole 10 cups worth of coffee, just for me. i'm a selfish coffee drinker when i'm tense.
thinking i'd be up all night anyway studying because of my late start, i didn't hesitate to grab the largest mug in the cupboard(which proudly holds about 3 cups of coffee).
a whole lot of coffee. check.
irish creamer. check.
i was ready to study the night away.
ironically, i finished studying at 11. but the damage had already been done. i had, by that time, consumed about 4-5 cups of coffee.
that's why it's almost 1:00 a.m. and i'm still awake. i already re-organized my room, wrote in my moleskine, talked on the phone, filled out some forms, read the readings for all my classes for the next 3 weeks, and painted a masterpiece.
maybe i didn't paint a masterpiece, and i sure didn't read anything beyond tomorrow's assignments.
but i am here, looking for something to do.
i wonder if vacuuming would be too loud? i can always clean the trash can.
i could just study more. but you know what they say...
it's possible to over-study. who says that? i do. i am they. and i, diseased with the inevitable senioritus have theorized that:
...if one studyith to muchith, they will dieth.
and i don't want to die. i'd like to graduate first.
that's my story.
but tonight, i learned that i can over compensate with other things too. such as coffee.
we had a class meeting at my professor's house tonight to finish watching a movie about the cuban missile crisis- sounds exciting enough. he offered us coffee and i graciously accepted, knowing i was going to need the caffeine boost to study tonight.
i'm not addicted. shut up.
the movie lasted a little longer than expected and i went into panic mode thinking i wouldn't have enough time to study. the more time that passed watching this lovely movie, the more tense i became.
finally arriving back at roughly 9:00 p.m. i rushed to the coffee pot and made a whole 10 cups worth of coffee, just for me. i'm a selfish coffee drinker when i'm tense.
thinking i'd be up all night anyway studying because of my late start, i didn't hesitate to grab the largest mug in the cupboard(which proudly holds about 3 cups of coffee).
a whole lot of coffee. check.
irish creamer. check.
i was ready to study the night away.
ironically, i finished studying at 11. but the damage had already been done. i had, by that time, consumed about 4-5 cups of coffee.
that's why it's almost 1:00 a.m. and i'm still awake. i already re-organized my room, wrote in my moleskine, talked on the phone, filled out some forms, read the readings for all my classes for the next 3 weeks, and painted a masterpiece.
maybe i didn't paint a masterpiece, and i sure didn't read anything beyond tomorrow's assignments.
but i am here, looking for something to do.
i wonder if vacuuming would be too loud? i can always clean the trash can.
i could just study more. but you know what they say...
it's possible to over-study. who says that? i do. i am they. and i, diseased with the inevitable senioritus have theorized that:
...if one studyith to muchith, they will dieth.
and i don't want to die. i'd like to graduate first.
that's my story.