I have always been fascinated by my generation's (myself included) ability to postpone things to the last possible moment when they an be done. Case in point: exams.
My finals start next week and everything looks so daunting, yet there is the implicit understanding that somehow I'll be able to do everything. So while others solve chemistry numericals and find X, I find myself listening to The XX (amazing band!!) (anyone else notice the brilliant thing I just did with X and XX; wow i'm awesome) on repeat while drooling over Allison Janney's perfect face.
Oh and by the way, I have a bad throat. So it's not just my procrastinating tendency but also my physical inability to study that is forcing me to...well...not study. Some time later this week you should expect a rant about our failed education system and how everything is messed up (coping mechanism #2). So, bad throat. Courtesy the little ice cream I ate and the little-er(?) coke I drank at Duracell Bunny's birthday. Did it turn out well? No. Will I do it again? Probably.
My finals start next week and everything looks so daunting, yet there is the implicit understanding that somehow I'll be able to do everything. So while others solve chemistry numericals and find X, I find myself listening to The XX (amazing band!!) (anyone else notice the brilliant thing I just did with X and XX; wow i'm awesome) on repeat while drooling over Allison Janney's perfect face.
Oh and by the way, I have a bad throat. So it's not just my procrastinating tendency but also my physical inability to study that is forcing me to...well...not study. Some time later this week you should expect a rant about our failed education system and how everything is messed up (coping mechanism #2). So, bad throat. Courtesy the little ice cream I ate and the little-er(?) coke I drank at Duracell Bunny's birthday. Did it turn out well? No. Will I do it again? Probably.
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