late nite procrastination...

instead of being thoroughly productive with the 4 finals, 3 papers, and 2 quizzes that i have been successfully putting off, i'm sitting here thinking of what i should blog about. i've said it once, and i'll say it again: procrastination should be a job. i'd be a billionaire. i have so much on my plate, as stated above, yet i find myself surfing the net or watching pointless reality shows (currently watching american chopper, guh). i want to be home by next thursday nite, but the way things are headed, i may not be home until friday afternoon. so what is a cure for procrastination? you would think that the mere thought of going home earlier then planned would send me into a studying/writing frenzy, but no. is there a pill for senioritis? i'm pretty sure that's what it is. this school year marks my 18th year of schooling (not including kindergarten). so, pardon me if i want to jab my eyes out with needles every time i have to study for a final or write a paper. is this what it's going to be like once i get out into the 'real world'? will everyday feel like i have to take another final, another day of dread? will i always live for the weekends? or will i find a job that actually fits who i am? if not, count me out. i'm not ready to accept mediocre.

movin' on up...

i needed a change of scenery. xanga seems so high school. i won't delete my xanga account, in fact, i may update it now and then. but for now, it's time to move on.

it's my last week of regular classes. next week is finals week. i'm so ready for this to be over. i have senioritus like you wouldn't believe (five years of college will do that to you). i have done poorly at studying all semester, and i'm okay with that. i'm ready for the real world. i've already paid for my degree, what's the harm in just giving it to me early and calling it good? ohhhh, that's right, ethics. well, you know, i'm pretty sure ethics weren't involved when charging me thousands of dollars for a degree. bet they didn't feel bad about that. whatever. just give me my degree in may and i'll be out. they'll release me out into the real world, underprepared, where i'll be left to fend for my life, a job, and my sanity. thanks guys.

i think i might be reaching that point in my life where partying is starting to get old. don't get me wrong, i love going out and having a good time, but the hangovers are starting to wear on me. i used to be able to go out three nites in a row and get totally hammered. now, i can only stand one nite of hammeredness, sometimes two. i used to fear this, but more and more, i'm becoming more accepting of it. i guess this is what growing up feels like. i haven't really felt it until this year. i've known all along that i'm growing up, but i've never felt it like this, you know? it's weird. but exciting. i'm just wondering what the next paragraph in my life will bring.