I would never close the door to you, Lee

Finding it very hard to focus this weekend. I have much writing that needs to get done, but I keep distracting myself with cooking, reading blogs on how to can your own fruit and such homespun loveliness (like I would actually do any of that), and watching Lee Mead sing in a loincloth.
Oof--that's as close as I can get to writing the sound effect I make when I watch it.

I just can't get back into school. Not sure what's up with that. Lost momentum, motivation, morale...meh.

So, I think I'll have a little vid fest: clips of The West End Production of Joseph, Firefly, and Serendipity. Lee, Nathan, and Cusack. Throw in a few X-Files epis, and I'll approach Nirvana.

Ooo and maybe I'll stay up all night reading a novel. Yummy happiness!

Ticked off but not dying

Well, there are no bullseye rashes or signs of necrosis, so I suppose I will live from the tick bite. Sad to say, though, the tick didn't fare as well. You know, he actually died while consuming, which means either that my blood is poisonous to living creatures (which is cool in a mutant, comic bookesque sort of way) or that my boobs were just too much for him. Either way, I'm ok with it, and Sir Tick is all wrapped up in a John Doe bag (Ziploc, actually) in the event that I need to present it to a doctor or entomologist.

And now onto the semester at hand. I haven't even started classes yet, and I have something due tomorrow. This is going to be one bitch of a semester. I'm taking an overload, but there is a remote possibility that I can get to my dissertation a semester early if I rock this semester hard. And that is a plus in my book.

So with powerade and cheetos (yeah, I'm allergic to cheese, but damn, I've been craving these damn things for weeks now. Just can't shake it) strategically placed on my desk, I am prepared to procrastinate the proposal introduction I have to write before tomorrow. And so I am going to go water some plants, do some laundry, and then bake some cookies. And then I'll write the thing.

It's official

You Are a Total Procrastinator

If you can a task off, you will. You hate doing chores and work. Almost all of your tasks get done late, if they even get done at all. You often find life overwhelming and stressful. You feel like you'll never get everything done. You spend more time worrying about your responsibilities than taking care of them. It's likely that you procrastinate because you have too much to do... or aren't doing the right things. Learn how to let go of what's trivial and focus on what matters. Do the important stuff right now!

Are You a Procrastinator?

Ok and really

why is it that I cannot make myself write a term paper until the deadline is literally looming a mere 8 or so hours away? What is that all about? It ain't that hard. Once I start, I finish the damn thing in minutes. I just can't do it without the pressure of the deadline. WTF?