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I'm a chronic procrastinator, and it's gotten steadily worse during 2006. Procrastination is the reason I didn't graduate in the Honors Program (although that I'm fine with.....I would've ended up with the same job, but more stress lines), don't go to bed on time, and wind up at least 7 minutes late to everything. The one saving grace is that I'm pretty quick, and I work well under pressure. Not pleasantly, mind you, or in any kind of friendly manner, but in "work mode" I get it done.
So what does this have to do with 22? Well, today (yesterday) was my 22nd birthday. I've gotten a lot of well wishes today (thank you!), many along the lines of "hope you have a great day and do whatever you want!" Well, I probably COULD'VE done whatever I wanted.....if I had managed to do ANYTHING before the absolute last minute. I had three projects due today, and also worked a shift at the Lake. The past couple hours have been mine, finally, and I'm loathe to give them up to sleep. Tomorrow the cycle begins anew.
Now entering week 6 of the second semester....and 6 left to go before I can take my leave of the MSA program, degree in hand. Although I guess it would be hard to take ones leave from an online program.....my virtual leave, then. It'll be very nice to be done with school.....I feel the need to mark the occasion. 17 years of uninterrupted full-time school.....I think that calls for a vacation. Who wants to take off to somewhere foreign and warm with me in December? I'm serious, let's do it. Why not? Why else am I working my ass off right now?
A few words on long-distance relationships.....I hate them. There, those are my words. And I'm loathe to (lookathat! I used that phrase again!) be in one again. Especially this one. The only contact is one e-mail per week, and no real hope of seeing him again until at least April. Shitty.....or as he would say, pants! Which is apparently a mild Brit/Irish curse, sort of like the equivalent of a watered-down "bullshit!" This past week I went through a semi-intense mourning/longing type of thing, but fortunately within the last couple days I've remembered that I have a life. So gentlemen....I'm not off the shelf just yet. Maybe teetering a little.
The scary part is though that he just may be The One.
So what does this have to do with 22? Well, today (yesterday) was my 22nd birthday. I've gotten a lot of well wishes today (thank you!), many along the lines of "hope you have a great day and do whatever you want!" Well, I probably COULD'VE done whatever I wanted.....if I had managed to do ANYTHING before the absolute last minute. I had three projects due today, and also worked a shift at the Lake. The past couple hours have been mine, finally, and I'm loathe to give them up to sleep. Tomorrow the cycle begins anew.
Now entering week 6 of the second semester....and 6 left to go before I can take my leave of the MSA program, degree in hand. Although I guess it would be hard to take ones leave from an online program.....my virtual leave, then. It'll be very nice to be done with school.....I feel the need to mark the occasion. 17 years of uninterrupted full-time school.....I think that calls for a vacation. Who wants to take off to somewhere foreign and warm with me in December? I'm serious, let's do it. Why not? Why else am I working my ass off right now?
A few words on long-distance relationships.....I hate them. There, those are my words. And I'm loathe to (lookathat! I used that phrase again!) be in one again. Especially this one. The only contact is one e-mail per week, and no real hope of seeing him again until at least April. Shitty.....or as he would say, pants! Which is apparently a mild Brit/Irish curse, sort of like the equivalent of a watered-down "bullshit!" This past week I went through a semi-intense mourning/longing type of thing, but fortunately within the last couple days I've remembered that I have a life. So gentlemen....I'm not off the shelf just yet. Maybe teetering a little.
The scary part is though that he just may be The One.
posted by Laura at 1:40:00 AM
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