It’s that time of the year again.
The time for being antisocial.
The time for being unwashed, uncombed, undressed.
The time for hating myself for being in school.
The time for picking my face, braiding my hair, eating ramen.
The time for perusing tumblr for hours on end.
The time for typing ten words and calling it a success for the night.
The time for sharing looks of dismay/disgust with strangers in the hall.
The time for trolling Google books.
The time for pushing a paper out of my body like a 12 pound baby.
The time for endless blogging in lieu of research.
I’m currently nesting in my bed…procrastinating of course…debating whether I should work on my papers or play the Sim 3 until I pass out for the night. I’ve made some small successes for the day (aka actually typed something) and I feel as though I deserve some sort of reward.
I suppose that, in a way, this is sort of like being on a diet. I’ve eaten well for the first time in three months, and I feel as though I deserve an entire cake for this accomplishment.
I don’t, of course. Luckily, this little metaphor that I just made up is motivating me to write another 500 words before I go to bed. My reward for my previous accomplishment will be a nice mug of warm tea.
On a completely unrelated note, this guy is my hero. I like to think that once I am out of school I will be able to accomplish awesome things like this guy.