So I'm kind of a terrible person. Last week was crazy because I had a show, which means long rehearsals, stress, and no time for anything else. After a successful weekend of performances, I was melancholy it was over, but also excited at the prospect of getting back into the swing of normal life: exercising, eating right, getting my homework done, going to bed early. On Sunday, I self-declared that this week would be the week I got my life back in order. Starting on Tuesday because naturally I deserve at least one day to relax. But Tuesday I was going to get my butt in gear. And what happened?
- Well on Tuesday, I skipped all my classes and justified it by doing yoga while listening to Beirut instead.
- Wednesday I put off working on my presentation to edit pictures that just had to get put on Facebook asap.
- And today, today I hit my snooze button some 30 odd times instead of getting up and working out and scripture studying like I'd planned, then threw my hair under a hat and thought of short story ideas while I should be paying attention in class.
So basically, in the week designated for getting my life back together, I've become a master of procrastination and zoning out whilst likely causing my roommate to hate me because she has to listen to my alarm clock in the morning since I suck at getting up. I rock at life.
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