Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

What Resolution?

Is there really a point in making one anymore? No one ever follows through with them; well I know I don't. I remember last year it was to stop drinking so much, and as I sip on my third cocktail, I see that didn't go so well.

I didn't even bother this year. There are some things I could work on, but whatever! When it gets annoying to others, maybe that's when I'll do something about it. However, not one of my many issues is something I could focus on long enough to fix. 

I spoke to a friend today, and she told me that my resolution should be finishing one of my many scripts that I allowed her (and only her) to read. I didn't like that. First of all! I don't like being told what to do, and second, writing takes time. I refuse to sit in front of my computer and just type. I have to feel what I'm writing to be able to call myself a writer. If I don't feel anything, then I feel like one of those coffee shop computer posers.

I guess I could finish something tonight. 

Lately, I've been having some pretty random thoughts. I've jotted them down, but together, none of  it makes sense. 

Maybe my resolution should be for me to take the time out to understand myself.

AHHH! I'm hopeless.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Procrastination is my partner in crime!

I do it all the time and there is no one to blame but myself. I told myself at the start of last weekend that I was going to finish my Art project (GOD I HATE THAT CLASS!!!) so when my friend comes to visit, I will be able to spend all of the time I have showing him around Chicago...Did I do it? NO! I should really say HELL NO! And that I'm SCREWED.

Not only do I have a paper and PowerPoint project due on Thursday, I also have a two page paper on Joseph Campbell’s heroism theory in Tarantino movies due on Wednesday for my film and lit class. Both my friend and I are going to be stuck indoors because I was careless with my time.

Ugh! I want to scream, but I'm in the damn library at my school surrounded by clicking keyboards. I'm also doing what I was just complaining about. PROCRASTINATION will be the death of me...I promise.

I guess I better get back to work. Those papers aren't going to type themselves.