April 7th, 2006

dumb ideas

Fall 2006 Schedule

I just registered for next fall after talking myself into getting out of my warm, comfortable bed and yanking myself out of my dreams (they were quite nice, actually). Anyway, here's the schedule that I had planned in advance and that I actually received:

Astronomy 120 (The Solar System) TR 9:30-10:45am
Astronomy 120L-W (Astronomy Lab) W 7:30-10:30pm
French 243 (Intro to Francophone Lits) MWF 12:00-12:50pm
Math 309 (Differential Equations) MF 1:00-2:15pm, W 1:00-1:50pm
Women's Studies 100 (Intro to Women's Studies) TR 12:30-1:45pm

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On another note, I think I've read three entries in the past few days about Kingdom Hearts 2 and its awesomeness (or lack thereof). Since I don't play it, I wouldn't know. Honestly? I should let mermaidkween, queenstrata, and sharnjilraedan have at it. Go.
language: it hides our thoughts

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I'm a bit of a workaholic, as we all know so well. Unfortunately, workaholism, perfectionism, and procrastination don't mix.

As I mentioned a few days ago, I have the rest of my semester on post-it notes on my wall. They're right above my desk, which is quite convenient considering I spend most of my life at my desk. These post-it notes tell me that I have a linear assigment and a multivariable test due Wednesday, a French test Wednesday, and an FYS think piece due Thursday. This means I'll be working all weekend to get all of it done. I'll even be skipping Spring Fling, but I wouldn't have gone anyway because I don't enjoy large group events that much. I brought Dr. Nbook to Black Cat formal and wrote in it most of the time. Seriously.

Anyway, I decided to take a break from my attempts to work on all these assignments and go to part of SpringFest. Today was such a nice day that it warranted going outside. So I went outside and wandered around for a bit. After listening to some music, watching some really cute puppies, and talking to a few people (who immediately left with others after our conversations), I started to feel so guilty. What was I doing, watching cute puppies and talking to people when there was work to be done?

My workaholic conscience won, and here I am, writing about the guilty-conscience feeling before working (or trying to work) on all these assignments.