Thinksgiving

Does anyone have such a large family that every holiday that rolls around is celebrated multiple times because your parents wanted to see everyone? Yea, me too. Well, this year was by no means an acception. Considering I have a fairly large family as is and the fact that my parents are divorced, I have so far had a total of 4 thanksgiving dinners. I am finishing off my Thanksgiving celebrations tonight with one last dinner with my friends. This post, unlike most or all of my other posts, does not really have much to do with me failing in some ridiculously irresponsible way. Instead, I have actually remained fully committed to my responsibilities and completed all everything that needed to be done in a timely manner. This included planning the dinner, making a few of the sides(it was a pot luck sort of thing), picking a few of my friends up, and actually arriving at the house where the dinner was being held. I really hate to disappoint those that enjoy reading of my misfortune, but this Thanksgiving was time that I was able to manage properly and with the slightest of mishaps. Hooray for me. Anyway, I would also like to wish all of those that celebrate holiday *cough cough, William Kamffer, cough cough* a happy belated Thanksgiving.

If I Were A Rich Man

Before I start, let me express my love for theatre. I'm a thespian in every sense of the word. With that said, let me start. This morning, I woke up at an early hour, thinking that I can get a good head start on my day. I set my alarm the night before with the intention of getting up and reading, working on homework, and being as productive as possible. The first few minutes of my morning went according to plan. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. Then, I wanted to go online to look on BeachBoard to see what assignments I could get an early jump on. As I sat at my computer, I suddenly thought about the Fiddler on the Roof, and began humming my favorite songs from it. Before long, I was on Youtube (a procrastinator's biggest weakness) singing along to If I Were A Rich Man on full volume. It's a good five minute song, and I probably played it close to ten times, singing along loudly each time. I haven't had the opportunity to listen to this song in a long time, so I took full advantage of the time I had. Now, I have the song stuck in my mind, and the image of Tevye happily jiggling to the song whenever I close my eyes. Looking back, I'm happy with how I spent that time. It's thoughts like this that help me power through the miserable days.

The 14th of October

One of my luckiest/ most stressful days I've had in a while. Probably should be the other way around. One of my most stressful/ luckiest days I've had in a while. Stressful because I was unprepared for class(there seems to be a pattern here) and lucky because it turns out I didn't really need what I didn't have for the class that I was unprepared for. Last Thursday, I was supposed to have a book called Lost In Meritocracy. I, of course, didn't have it. I was about 5 minutes early to class and began discussing with my fellow students who brought the book. It turns out, everyone in the class other than myself had a copy. Fantastic. So, in the remaining minutes before the class began and our teacher would walk in, I wondered if it would be worth it to leave class and go down to the bookstore to buy the book I needed and be a few minutes late. I decided to stay and pray that our teacher wouldn't check for our books. So, the clock rolls to 12:30. Then to 12:35. I begin to regret not getting my book from the bookstore, and the people sitting around me are saying it's not too late and I should go for it. So I do. I run to the bookstore, ask the lady at the desk for the book, wait for her to return, and nearly explode when she comes back empty handed saying they no longer have that book in stock. Frustrated, I then run back to class while I try and put together a good excuse for why I'm late and why I don't have a book. Once I get into the hallway of my class, I notice that half of my class are walking out of our room. Long story short, it turns out that our teacher wasn't gonna show up to class that day. Lucky!

Being Late

Yesterday was my birthday, and no, you didn't need to get me anything. A card would be nice. Maybe a little cash inside? Anyway, I digress. Yesterday was my birthday, and I was supposed to go to dinner with my family at four. I was allowed to sleep in and meet them at the restaurant later. Sounds good, right? But unfortunately, I was late. To my own birthday dinner. I was late because I made the mistake of setting my alarm early enough so that I had around four hours to get ready. Now, most people would think the more time someone has to get things done the better. Not so much in my case. Whenever I have ample time do get something done, I always treat it as though I have all the time in the world and it either never gets done or it gets done in a hurry. I was late to the dinner by about 20 minutes, left the house without a shower, went in with a badly wrinkled shirt, but managed to have a great and memorable day with my family. It's not that I fail to see the logic behind getting things done early, I just enjoy my lifestyle far too much to give it up.

So, here goes...

Hello, and welcome to my page! The topic I have chosen for my blog is procrastination. I believe it to be the most appropriate topic because it's what I know the most about. I've been doing it for years and years. I'm a pro. Even now, this being my first post, I'm probably the very last person in the class to get things started. But, this doesn't mean I won't get my work done, just that I will be getting it done last second. I work well under pressure, and I am at my best with the threat of failure looking me in the face. I've had my fair share of run-ins with failure, and I am told that I will never learn from my mistakes if I don't change my habits. They are probably right, but as for now, I can settle with getting my work done barely on time and enjoying the lifestyle of "I'll get to it tomorrow".