Procrastination

"Hello, my name is Charlee and I am a procrastaholic." I am not sure if there is a 12-step plan for procrastinators but there should be. Once again I am working front desk and should technically be writing a paper but I found myself logging on and going to the ol' blog and oh look, I need to update...and my paper sits. What has my life been like lately? Interesting, busy, hectic, crazy, fun, annoying, and to sum it all up...senioritis...bad! So not only am I suffering from a case of procrasinitis but also senioritis. Then once again I think one could say the two go hand in hand. Oh and if this blog is not making sense it is because it is 2:51 am and Azalea is sitting behind me telling me all about T-cells and immunology stuff as she has a test and is "teaching" me...I'm a good student *cough* So my life in story form...
I have one of those alarms on my phone that when it goes off it gets louder and louder until you shut it off. So if the alarm itself isn't annoying enough to make you fly out of bed at a high pace the ever growing loudness of the annoying tune grates on a person's nerves so fast that you have no choice but to fly across the room, grab the phone and shut it off. At this point your heart is pumping quickly from the spurt of adrenaline and I make my way to the bathroom where I look in the mirror to give myself another dose of adrenaline. Whoa! There is no way I look that tired! My bags have little miniature bags inside of them! I attempt to make my face look normal but the months of not being outside causing the pasty/white look of my skin is simply a lost cause. So I walk out of the bathroom and open drawers trying to figure out what to wear but as it turns out none of my shirts look good in the morning and none match the pasty look of my face. So I eventually throw something on quickly and walk back into my bathroom, this whole time I am muttering a little famialiar tune that goes like this, "I hate mornings, I hate mornings" ya its simple. I then look back in the mirror and groan as I realize my hair has somehow gone against the laws of gravity that states that "what goes up must come down" therefore my hair should come down but alas it sticks up everywhere due to static and the rest of it puffs out from the little bit of moisture that it has somehow found in the air...tell me how that works! After this I throw my bag over my shoulder and make my way to class where I sit and listen to a teacher go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and ya on and on. No its not really that bad. Thus ends my first class, drugs in society. My archaelogy of the Bible lands class is fascinating and I am enjoying it immensely. After that class I have Native History which I also find interesting but don't try and text during that class...the teacher doesn't like it or msning for that matter. Finally it is lunch and seeing as breakfast never makes it in the agenda lunch is always a welcome sight. Eric has a half hour lunch so he comes back and we run into the cafe and grad something then if its nice out we sit on the tail gate and inhale our food then he is off again and I am left trying to figure out what to do with my afternoon. I wish I could say it is difficult to pass the time but homework rules out and I find myself writing about the doctrines of the church for theology, native youth suicide for Crisis Intervention, drug clinics for Drugs in Society, the multi-layer site of Jericho for Archaeology, abortion or stem cell research for ethics, or government land claims for Native History. Yes, my afternoon's are often interesting. Oh a side note, "Apoptosis= cell death" Azalea is still teaching me. Anyways...so I am trying to figure out what to do next year...to go back to school, to work, to live on the streets...what to do what to do?! I am realizing more and more that real life, not just school life, is about to start. In Crisis Intervention we learned all about various crisis' a person will or can experience. One such crisis is known as a developmental crisis in which a person experiences the end of a chapter and they begin a new one. I realized I have two coming up...graduation which means starting career and marriage. I must say I am super excited about both however right now most of my energy is going into graduation and I will be very thrilled when these night shifts and school all day are done! Anyways Azalea is still teaching me about the death of the somethingmerother cell. Ya...biology is its own language that I know not. Anyways...time to write a paper for theology class. Have a day of good!! I shall try and write again when I can actually think and am not hearing about mitochondria pathways... :)