At the exact moment I wrote this, I was procrastinating, because I really don’t want to outline my essays, even though M is kicking my ass in the “getting things done” department. Like that’s a surprise.
And for the record, at the moment you’re reading this, you’re procrastinating, too. Because you know there is something better you could be doing, that doesn’t involve reading what I wrote at all.
Now that we have that out of the way, lets talk about what’s really on my mind: nothing.
And that’s really the problem. I’m half way through the semester, and I don’t want to even think about the essays that I have coming due. Also, I’m in the midst of trying to transfer schools for next fall, and need to start looking at financial aid, scholarships, and loans. And to top it off, I’m planning on writing a novel next month for NaNoWriMo, which I want outlined first so that I don’t crap out halfway through because I don’t know what’s going on.
So, it’s killing me that there is nothing on my mind. I’ve got no witty post lined up on the computer or in my head. I’ve got no inkling of how the rest of this week is going to go, writing-wise. All I know is that I need some index cards, a box of tacks, and probably another case of Pepsi to get myself started.
And in case you were wondering, yes. This is back to normal.
Actually, I had been procrastinating on reading up on feeds I like, so by finally reading and commenting here, I am technically getting things done.
I even got a CV and cover letter out today for a job I might like. Might, because though I am in dire need of work, my mind and my ambitions have never been so empty before. Guess that’s just normal for me too.
Please to not be combining tacks, index cards and Pepsi. Bad things result from applying sharp objects to pressurized drinks while covered in index cards.
I hate the mid-semester blues. There’s always so much to do and you’re already burnt out from everything else. I’ve got to apply for my major soon, but I’m so busy with everything else that I just don’t feel like it. Eh.
Dang it Jordan, you’ve guessed it exactly.
No, index cards are for outlining the novel, the Pepsi to fortify me through the mind-numbing sessions of writing and tacks to… Well, I’m not sure why tacks are on the list, but I’m sure I need them for something.
And I’m so glad the semester is half over, and I’m looking forward to December so much it’s scary.
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