Procrastination to the Max

I appear to be approaching a transitional stage of my life, which usually comes in the fall and spring time. During this stage, I experience a multitude of transformations in order to cope with the adaptation required for survival. My hair begins thinning and being pretty much crappy; what little semblance I have to call "nails" begins disappearing, despite my attempts to finally grow them out; I dress more slovenly, because I can't bring myself to care enough to look presentable; I get violent, moody, grumpy, sleepy, and all sorts of other negative emotions that override my generally complacent demeanor.

The reason for this transformation? The upcoming and most certainly dreaded week of FINALS.

As finals draws closer, my progression into madness grows more imminent and more pronounced. I start eating more, because food tastes good and who doesn't like to snack when they "study?" With this last month of school having to be pushed out like an infant who refuses to leave the security of the womb, I feel like bringing myself to study is a far too formidable task for me to achieve. I don't know what exactly occurs with me mentally, but my innate urge for more sleep and less work ultimately dooms me in the end.

Here's a smidgen of my workload, which wouldn't have been so bad if my procrastination didn't kick in to screw me over -

• I need to read a 585 page book by next Wednesday the 17th, as well as have e-mailed my paper to my Asia History class. My paper needs to be 4-6 pages long and it's on a book. Basically, it's a book report for my history class. There are way too many things to comment on with this one assignment alone, so I'll just leave it at this.

• I have an in-class essay for English this upcoming Monday the 15th, an essay in which I could bring a rough draft should I choose to be studious and save time and energy.

• I have a test in Anatomy 2 on Monday the 15th which encompasses 5 chapters. No big deal, right? Wrong. My teacher is so positively German that the accent has me drowning in a sea of medical verbatim/physiology I don't comprehend to the extent that he desires. You'd think honing my own German accent to perfection would help, but it really doesn't. Thus, the 14 page summary I did for the last test which garnered me a 78 means I need to work that much more vigorously. Did I mention I made that study guide for fun/educational purposes? No? Well, I did. I got a 78 for doing a crap ton of work and with my slothiness, I sincerely doubt I can motivate myself to do MORE.

This is a snippet of my life, not even taking into consideration the finals or extraneous personal matters, which I guess in the grand scheme of things don't matter very much.

My life is tumultuous, because I lack the aptitude to sit down and work. On the other hand, I've typed up this long blog post, which makes me feel accomplished. Let's face it, that's all we really want at the end of the day: the inner feeling of personal accomplishment. Just slap an Xbox achievement on that and let's call it a day, folks!!