Filed under: journalicious, perfectly impossible | Tags: grad school, learning, procrastination, who wants to scream with me
and i am the princess of procrastination.
in my pursuit of becoming a better person (and because of my lifelong habits of throwing money i don’t have in the garbage), i applied to grad school. within four weeks, i was accepted and registered for masters-level courses.
i don’t know what i was thinking. i’ve forgotten how to be a student. and i’ve quickly remembered how to get by on extremely tight deadlines. i’m surprisingly good at half-assing my way to an A. i’m three classes in, and doing pretty well on five-hour-energy-fueled, last-minute writing sessions — which is so not the point of getting a higher education.
i wish i could turn off the internet and just focus. oh, look! best video ever!
Filed under: bestest friends, family first, fear and loathing, the cat's meow | Tags: christmas time, crazy cat lady, holiday shopping, no snow, procrastination
… but i will write about what a pain it’s going to be to get anything done in d.c. over the weekend.
i haven’t done any x-mas shopping. none. zilch.
this isn’t out of the ordinary. i’ve been perfecting procrastination since the early 90s, and buying things for other people is just one of those tasks i put off. not because i don’t like giving gifts — i LOVE giving gifts when i know someone will actually like them. no, i put it off because i get completely panicky and anxious that someone will hate something i put way too much effort into buying just for them. (i’m not great with rejection.)
so here i am, tummy churning, head spinning with too many not-so-great ideas — and i (supposedly) won’t be able to leave my house this weekend. so the shopping will be delayed yet again. and once again, santa flippy’s sleigh of goodies will arrive too late for christmas. and this just makes me even more panicky and anxious-y and scatterbrained-y — not only will i end up buying something my friends and family members will hate, but i’ll also disappoint them with my perpetual tardiness.
also, i’m out of kitty litter. which means my cat’s going to hate me this christmas, too.