I work better under pressure.
Now I'm trying to make myself write this paper that's not due in until Tuesday. I want to do it because I have a large networking project I need to start on.. oh... yesterday or so. But the plan is to be ready to start Saturday. Or the hope is. So I should write the paper now. But it boils down to motivation. Knowing that I have to turn in a paper the next day, that is motivation. I can work under those conditions. I can skim and extract truths about deep philisophical concepts, at least well enough to get an A- (at least I did on the first half of the essay).
But now, I do anything but that. I don't watch TV generally. I channel-surfed and found Scrubs, which I recalled enjoying at some point when I did watch tv. So I watched Scrubs. Then most of ER. I talked to E__. and J___. And M___. I thought about pictures I recently uploaded. I thought about Yafro, a web site I found that lets you host images there, that seems to be pretty uncommon.
And I'm even writing something in my blog. Yowza. It is bad isn't it?
I saw the apartment in which I will live next spring. It's pretty nice; hopefully it will work out well. It's near where I live now, and that is cool too.
I th ink I may have to come to terms with being a slob. I didn't think I was. I still don't want to say it. I've said I'm too busy. I really think I would clean up, if I had more time. But I'm not going to have more time. It just won't happen. Not from when I moved in, until when I move out. Time gets filled with anything but entirely straightening up my room.
Oy. Two weeks from tomorrow, and it's over.
Saturday night I'll be attending a Spring formal, and that should be loads of fun. Good times.
That is all.