It is only when I am knee deep in a paper that I decide I should really spend more time memorizing poetry. Or that my blog has been horribly neglected. Or even that the kitchen floor should be scrubbed, and there is no time to waste. I find I have all sorts of convictions and passions, new things to learn, and more books to read when a large assignment is at hand.
Perhaps it's a fault or maybe only natural, but I choose to take it as a sign I should invest my time more wisely. No, not that memorizing John Donne is more important than my paper on gender trends in historiography (even if it might be slightly more interesting), but that there are plenty of things in life that really are a waste (countless hours on facebook, mindless tv watching...) and I can better manage that time.
But at this point, all these new found interests have to go on the back burner until noon on Monday, then I am free to pursue them at will.... oh, and catch up on my facebook, and tv, and... more procrastination, the false friend that it is. Leads you along and stabs you in the back each time. et tu Brute?
PS. Thanksgiving post is on hold until I have squeezed every nuance of gender trends out of my brain, or Monday afternoon hits, either way I'll be finished with my class.
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