Procrastination is a homewrecker

21Feb10

I’m here to tell you all that procrastination and I have a secret love affair. That’s right, I can no longer live a lie. Sometimes I go back to my primary other half, productivity, but it’s more out of convenience than anything. And there’s the kids. I have to think of the kids. But usually under the guise of “going on a business trip” I leave and have intimate relations with procrastination. He’s really quite the sensual lover. I should make this Facebook official.

So we’ve established that I can procrastinate like a champion. My Lang homework is rotting in some distant corner of my room while I alternately blog and play Super Smash Bros Melee. But the problem here is that everyone’s Facebook statuses have changed to some variation of “well, I think I’ll get started on that Lang homework.” Seriously. I just counted six… no, seven. Yes, seven have gone to the dark side. Or the light side. Whichever side it is, about half my class has gone to it. I had this sudden mental image of everybody sitting in a circle at some kind of rave/study party, getting their Lang work done in style, eating pizza and balancing cans of Mountain Dew on their textbooks, snickering and saying, “Let’s all change our statuses and make everyone else feel totally inadequate! Thank God we didn’t invite Evie. She’s probably procrastinating like a beast, thinking those annotations are just going to write themselves.”

And here I am, yelling at Bowser, Marth and Ganondorf like a crazy person, going, “Up B… up B… up B… LAND MINE!… no! NO! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS CRAP!” I probably should get started.