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So, in the direction of über-procrastination:
I don't want to write these two papers. If I don't, I will flunk out of school. But I have no motivation to do so. I don't understand this. I do know that I have a new favorite album of the moment: Stephen Malkmus by Stephen Malkmus. It's random and amazing.
Life is confusing. All I want to do is talk with people. When I go to class, I want to have discussions, maybe listen to a professor, but I don't want to write or read. At night, I often hang out at the Lambda Chi house and talk with people. Maybe dance. But nothing that would commonly be considered productive.
I need a city. I want to be surrounded by people. And I want time to make art. I've had a bag of paint, a box of fabric, and a sewing machine in my room all semester. All have gone unused. This saddens me, but I have no motivation to rectify the situation. At least I have my music back. I was two months musicless after I broke my iPod.
I keep fucking things up unintentionally and then having to work my ass off to fix them. And that sucks a lot. And my room is messy. The sad part is, I'm one of the clean people in the house. Other people have caused an ant infestation. Come on people, food trash goes in the trash can... I'm not living in the Women's Center next year, maybe having a roommate will somehow inspire me to do work. Until then, procrastination...
I don't want to write these two papers. If I don't, I will flunk out of school. But I have no motivation to do so. I don't understand this. I do know that I have a new favorite album of the moment: Stephen Malkmus by Stephen Malkmus. It's random and amazing.
Life is confusing. All I want to do is talk with people. When I go to class, I want to have discussions, maybe listen to a professor, but I don't want to write or read. At night, I often hang out at the Lambda Chi house and talk with people. Maybe dance. But nothing that would commonly be considered productive.
I need a city. I want to be surrounded by people. And I want time to make art. I've had a bag of paint, a box of fabric, and a sewing machine in my room all semester. All have gone unused. This saddens me, but I have no motivation to rectify the situation. At least I have my music back. I was two months musicless after I broke my iPod.
I keep fucking things up unintentionally and then having to work my ass off to fix them. And that sucks a lot. And my room is messy. The sad part is, I'm one of the clean people in the house. Other people have caused an ant infestation. Come on people, food trash goes in the trash can... I'm not living in the Women's Center next year, maybe having a roommate will somehow inspire me to do work. Until then, procrastination...