May 17, 2013 at 10:18am
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In the midst of finals, I find myself procrastinating by dusting off my old blog. So I haven’t posted since midterms, that’s a thing.
I have read a lot of things that I wanted to share with you all and thought a lot of thoughts that could probably be written down but no, I wasted my time online on facebook instead of freshman frenzy.
Summer’s a whole new ball game, amiright? I’ll probably do some stupid kind of nostalgic recap of freshman year thing and then try and figure out what to do over the summer.
Congrats to everyone for making it through high school, for my senior readers, and your freshman year, for my college friends. It’s been a good one.
xx
The Midsemester Crisis
fair warning: you’ve been warned
Oh no, my room’s a mess, my classwork has piled up, I don’t know who I am anymore and all I want to do is sleep! Golly, it must be time for my (cue intro music) MiDsEmEsTeR cRiSiS!1!!11!!!!!!
(intro montage)
Sometimes, I feel like everyone I know is struggling. Including me. Who the fuck knows what they’re doing anymore, for real? And who the fuck wants to know someone that’s got it all figured out… can you say boring and obnoxious? …. jealousy-inducing?
Why do I continue to do things that make me unhappy and why do I feel like I’m obligated to do them? Why can’t I keep my goddamned room clean - look, it isn’t that hard and I definitely have time for it, who are we kidding. I spend enough useless time on the internet that there’s really no excuse for not cleaning my room.
Why can’t I stop cutting people off in conversations? I’m getting sick of the sound of my own voice. I’m getting sick of my friends. I’m getting sick of studying and school and the weight of responsibility.
I am not ready to be an adult!
I desperately need a job!
I can’t stop procrastinating and it’s ruining my life!
Battle cry of the worn-out college student, slogan of the people who avoid thinking too much about their futures - how you fit me so well!
I don’t have my shit together, and sometimes, I don’t want to have my shit together. There is harmony in disorder; there is beauty in being lost and confused and unable to string together a decent sentence on a Tuesday night because you’re already wishing desperately for Friday. There is a sick, golden joy in wasting time you should be using to do homework and then regretting it later.
How long will the midsemester crisis last? My bet is on a week, tops two.
Fondly yours,
xx
Time to kick it into high gear
I have a long athletic practice Saturday, paper due Monday, a time consuming lab Monday-Wednesday, a midterm Thursday, a performance Friday, and must pack for spring break before Friday night.
No more serious patches of procrastination it’s motherfucking go timeeeee
So right now I feel like this is all possible and I can accomplish it but like ask me again in 12 hours
novicetip: the scale of bare minimum # of days it takes to write a paper* without a panic attack and/or complete meltdown vs. page length:
1 - 4 pages: 1 day
4 - 6 pages: 2 days
6 - 10 pages: 3 days
10 - 15: 5 days
15 + pages: ≥ 7 days
*including time for research, outlining, somehow slapping in a thesis, editing, footnotes, bibliography, printing, stapling, silently crying, calling your mother, and drinking 4 cups of coffee per page
today is the day
the day i finally clean my room
maybe
1.
