I never feel like I have enough time to do everything. There’s always reading, or writing, or thinking, or applying to jobs to be done, and I never, ever have enough time to do it all. And this would probably be reasonable, considering that I’m a Stanford junior without a summer job (yet) who is taking (or plans to take) 18 units, mostly of paper-writing.
It would be reasonable, if it were at all true.
I spend an incredible amount of time convincing myself that I am working, or about to work, or taking a valuable break from work, when I am actually reading a list of emails from people’s moms, keeping up with Lena Chen’s tumblr (why? no one knows. not even me.), and looking at pictures of dubious reality stars crying.
WHY?
Why do I do these things? I mean, when I ask myself, “self, would you rather read a good poem or a novel OR would you rather look at Heidi Montag cry fake tears on a sidewalk somewhere?” the answer is almost ALWAYS “I would rather read something of value.” But do I go do that? No. No, I read emails FROM OTHER PEOPLE’S MOTHERS instead.
If I could solve procrastination, I could solve everything.
I read this before I went to class today (and I completely know how you feel), which is important because I’m now in Research Design, taking notes (mostly). I bring this up only because when I happened to check the one celebrity gossip site I frequent (I know, I know) a picture of Heidi Montag fake crying filled the screen and I had to stop myself from laughing.
Which would have totally given me away. Well, that and the fact I’m typing way more than this particular slide of notes warrants…
Did you know she endorsed McCain? True story.
In your defense, emails from other people’s moms are really funny.
Procrastination cannot be solved. It can only be managed. Perhaps I can give you some tips on interesting ways to avoid doing work, as I am currently suffering from the worst senioritis in the history of (wo)mankind.
Also, P.S., let’s move to Seattle!
who the fuck is heidi montag?
clearly my procrastination skills are in a different arena, like cooking, or staring at the ceiling thinking about the paint & the color white & if white is really all colors together or the absence of all colors (it never made sense to me), or putting things into lines & rows, researching really random totally useless shit on french ex-patriots or the root word of fatigue… oh, & french braiding my hair is always good… usually it’s just music related though, or thinking about napping
Ahh yes. Kelsey is out of tune with my shallow world. Heidi Montag is one of the dubious stars of a reality show called “The Hills,” which is a spin-off of “Laguna Beach.” Don’t worry to much about it, unless you feel like watching fake “reality” and people whining about their perfect lives. In that case, go watch it immediately.
We SHOULD move to seattle, Anna. Only, since it never rains when we’re there, it might be bad for the overall rainfall of the region if we did.
There is no cure for procrastination. Some people say they’re immune and productive. They’re liars.
Thanks for the comments on my vlog. I’m always worried I sound really weird and just like musing to myself and no one else finds them the least bit entertaining.
ps - I totally catch myself reading articles about Heidi Montag for absolutely no reason.