You Oughtta Know

Now I'm listening to Alannis Morisette.

I took procrastination to a new level today.

I woke up early to man the TNT water station. It began to rain when I got to Memorial Park, so the coaches and I fiddled around for a while, trying to determine if the weather would but a damper on the days' running. After about 40 minutes, lightening shot down and thunder rolled near the park so we packed up the water station, picked up some runners (or followed those stubborn fools who wanted to run back to the park in a thunderstorm) and then went out for breakfast.

Wow, I was given an extra 3-4 hours of time today from not having to man the station all morning. What to do? What to do? I'm not going to run because I'm a fair weather runner (I only run in fair weather). I could finish my project. Hmm.

Nope. I'm going to clean! I'm going to do anything to not have to finish my project! I cleaned like a freak this morning. I went under my bed, in my drawers, in my closets, I organized my book shelves, I dusted. I spent a good hour and a half on my bedroom. Shall I finish my project yet? No! I still have another room to clean. I went into my office. After looking around, I realized that I was really desperate to procrastinate if I was willing to tidy up that room. Let me put it to you this way: it resembled more of a storeroom than an office. Yuck.

Luckily, my phone rang and Andy stalled me by having me listen to speech he wrote (which was excellent) for his Toastmasters club.

But that conversation was short and I was forced to delve into the depths of books, papers, and miscellaneous shit. Seriously - I found some random stuff, like a finals schedule from freshman year of high school. I didn't live here in my freshman year of high school! I worked on that room for about two hours. I cleaned the top and inside of the desk, the entertainment center, organized my DVDs, took every book off of all of my bookshelves, catagorized them according to subject (which is when I realized I own a small library of British history books and plays), and put them up according to era (example, all of the Tudor histories here, all of the screenwriting books there, Harry Potter here, Jane Austin there, Shakespeare here). It was sad. Then I sat down and read my old diaries I found (I am so happy I am not the anguished college student I was) and my unfinished screenplay. I haven't touched that screenplay in months. I need to finish! I'm going to review what I've written and my notes tonight.

At least I can see the floors now!

After hours of cleaning, I settled down in front of my computer and spent an hour finishing. I spent 4 hours cleaning to avoid 1 hour of computer work.

So, my grades are done, my project is done. Now I'm going to write three tests: one vocabulary test and one test over chapter two of "Fahrenheit 451", one over books 21-23 of the Odyssey. And maybe I'll be generous and create a sheet of questions for my sophomores on chapter 3 of F451.

Yea!!!