Life is kind of like a dead bomb. You can see it flying through the air toward you, whistling and making its arch, but it still feels unexpected when it finally hits the ground. And, it can be a scary experience, nerve-racking, terrifying, even, but it causes no physical pain. When it’s all said and done, with the smoke filling out in a hiss, all you can do is stare back at it and wonder why things weren’t any worse.
The word “life” could also be replaced with the word “procrastination” in the above paragraph, and it will still mean the same damned thing.
I procrastinated all weekend, which lead to my only getting one chapter of psychology reading finished rather than three. It’s a bit infuriating, and I realise that I wasted all of my time. What’s worse is that, I would be able to get more of it done in the upcoming weekend, but I’ll be out of town for part of it. My friends at Mizzou are celebrating a birthday for… Let’s call her person A. A’s 19th birthday is on the weekend, so I may or may not be driving down there for Saturday. My friend wants to go for the whole weekend, but I can’t manage that. Between tour crew, things to do, and my own sanity, I need to keep it one day. And if I do any more, it would be Friday night. But that would still be pushing it for me.
I’m complaining by this point, but that’s because I’m cranky with myself, introverted, and a little ashamed of how much I’ve eaten this weekend. I started keeping a log of everything that goes in my mouth each day, and the results aren’t that surprising–I’m eating way too much or the wrong things. What was actually surprising was that, even though I did this for three days in a row and felt horrible about my eating habits, I did nothing to change over the next few days. Instead, I just felt more and more guilty. So, I’m going to just try to keep this up so that I can see what I’m eating all week rather than just on the weekends. It might be a big difference.
One thing to be proud of, though, is that I really am one of those people who drinks at least eight cups of water per day (and that’s not even including tea or soy milk). That was comforting.
Anyway, back to some more work before class. Bombs away. Bombs away.