an ode to procrastination

Procrastination, you're no fun,
Procrastination, you help no one.
Procrastination, I'd rid myself of you,
But it seems there's always something better to do.
Procrastination, my song is sad.
Procrastination, I feel real bad.
Procrastination, you wear me out...
"Hey there! Why sure, I wouldn't mind doing something else."
Procrastination, I'd dump you for self-control...
But procrastination, you just won't let go.
So here I sit, alone with you,
Wishing for a minute free from guilt.
But you just take, and take and take,
I'm now 13 minutes late...r than I would have been,
If I'd not written this poem instead.


I've been on Thanksgiving break since Tuesday night. Tonight is Sunday night. I have two, 10 page papers to write, due next week. Did I write them, or even start on them? No. Did I intend to? Yes. I even sat down at the computer a few times and attempted to start them, but frankly, my heart is not in my school work, which is quite unfortunate for my grades. Why are the longest papers always due at the END of the semester? Here's hoping for a very fruitful evening.

going home

The fall semester here at school is about over, and I couldn't be happier. I cannot wait for the day I get to fly home (the pnw) and

-hang with family
-spend time with my guy
-sleep in my *own* bed
-pet my dog...yes, I realize how lame that sounds...
-just be HOME

It's odd to me that each time I go back, it's harder to say goodbye again when it's time to leave. After four years, it would only be logical to think that the process would get easier. It doesn't. Thinking about coming back so soon makes me sad...and I haven't even left yet.