27th
Procrastination
Admit it, you do it. You do it; I do it; He does it; She does it; We all do it. You may be even doing it right now. I am. I’m procrastinating. Instead of writing my History of Modern Design paper that needs to be handed it by 11:00 am tomorrow, I’m checking Facebook, g-chatting, doing dishes, making my bed, picking off my already chipped nail polish. In fact, I’ll find ANYTHING to do instead of writing this paper. Hell, I’m even writing a blog. Sure, my ADHD could play a part in why I simply cannot bring myself to do what I eventually must, but not everyone has this disease, and they still suffer the symptons. Why can’t I just write the damn thing and get it over with? I have class from 6-9 and then a Phi Mu event at 10 tonight, which means I’m going to have to write it after wards. OKAY. 11:00 tonight I’ll sit down and write it? WRONG. Nip/Tuck premiere. So after that? Prolly not. More than likely I’ll be awake at 3:00 am google imaging pictures of historical American art and describing its utility and beauty while trying to keep myself from nodding off. A much better idea if you ask me. All college kids do it. We keep pushing back what we need to do in order to participate in more thrilling activities like napping or watching on demand episodes of the TV shows we’ve missed during the week. Then when midterms or paper due dates roll around, we bitch and moan about how much we hate our lives, or how we’re so busy. But we bring it on ourselves. We have completely skewed priorities. But are we going to change anything? Absolutely not. Because that’s how its been done forever. And we are much more a pleasure kinda people. We do what we want when we want. All the other stuff we cram in just because we have too. And I know this. You probably do, too. And so does he and she and we.
