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Post started on Wednesday. I never got around to finishing it... also, sorry about the random photos... I don't know what I was thinking.
 

Since my mom and I are moving to the new house really soon, my mom said that I should pack up all the stuff in my room today in boxes. There's not much stuff in there so I knew it wouldn't be a difficult job, but nonetheless, I wanted to start early and get it done in a timely, organized fashion.

I woke up this morning around 10:00am and made myself a couple of eggo waffles. Those things have crack in them (just like odwalla). I sat in my bed eating my waffles and watching Veronica Mars on netflix. I glanced at the clock and promised myself that I would start packing after this episode and after I finished eating.

But after I finished watching the episode, I kind of just clicked the "next" button. One more, I told myself. At 11:30 I started thinking about what I would make myself for lunch. I went through the freezer and found some particularly appetizing leftovers and popped them in the microwave. I'll start packing at 1:00, I told myself.

Around 2:30, and about 5 Veronica Mars episodes later, I finally started packing. But I kind of cheated. I set up blankets and pillows on my floor, propped my laptop up on a file box and queued another V. Mars episode while I worked. I also made myself an iced coffee.

So I guess you can look at me in one of two ways. One, you can say that I'm incredibly lazy and sloth-like, or two, I'm incredibly inventive and efficient at getting large tasks done in small amounts of time while still enjoying a few creature-comforts. Go with option two. It'll make both of us feel better.

My mom keeps telling me that I have to write about procrastination. And I guess this is probably as good an opportunity as any. I'm probably the worst procrastinator you'll ever meet. People always say they procrastinate worse than everyone else but it's really true for me. I mean, how many people do you know, that would wait until their car is basically nonfunctional (as in on the edge of exploding and killing them in a transmission related hellfire of doom) before they even began planning to get it fixed?

There ya go mom. Procrastination mentioned.

Although I guess you can't really call me a procrastinator since I finished my Ethics midterm tonight when it's not due until Friday afternoon! Burn. I don't know who I'm burning....but they're burned.


So now it's Thursday. I started this post last night. I have to stop doing this. Starting a post and then finishing it the next day. It makes it kind of difficult to finish when all of the time references are off.

I just got out of class and I'm laying in my bed right now shivering because I'm too lazy to shut off my fan and shut my window. I'm all bundled up instead. Playing around with my window is really annoying because the shade is broken. I have to stand on a chair and roll it up by hand to get it up. And when I pull it down it just falls all the way down to the floor. obnoxious shade.

 So now it's Friday. I think I feel guilty posting short blogs so I tell myself I'll finish it later and then never get around to it for days... 

Tonight I'm enjoying a nice night to myself. Just laying in bed, drinking way too much coffee, watching Veronica Mars, sketching, and pretending that my life is interesting like Veronica's, and that people would be interested if they watched a TV show based on my life. Which is false. But hey, a girl can pretend to make herself feel better right?


Well here are some interesting tidbits. Jordan and I were in Walmart today (I like how spell check doesn't recognize the name of a multibillion dollar corporation... it also recognized "multimillion" but not "multibillion"...) and this little kid was being pushed past the lingerie section in a carriage by his mother. The little boy kept shouting "MOM. I see double D's!!" While the mother kept shushing him. The toddler, of course, refused to stop informing his mother of the fact that he saw double D's in what can only be described as his "outside voice". Needless to say, Jordan and I had a lot of fun laughing at the expense of the embarrassed, large chested mother.

Another semi-interesting thing that I heard today: Jordan said that she once heard someone describe Dunkin Donuts' apple cider as "like making out with an apple pie"

Also, Julie just gave me this little golden nugget: " I found out I'm allergic to shrimp juice."