Ready? Set? Go! (6/90)

Procrastination. Something I'm very familiar with. Yes, procrastination and I have been great friends. For as long as I can remember actually. In fact, I'm sure my first homework assignment was the first time I was introduced to Procrastination. While my mom told me to go work on math or social studies, Procrastination told me to go watch Brace Face on ABC family. You can guess which one I listened to. Besides, elementary homework doesn't take long to do. 15, 20 minutes tops (or so it seemed). I thought Procrastination was great.

That was until I made it to high school. Where assignments suddenly became tougher. Where projects take more than an hour or so to get done. Where studying for tests was more than just reviewing some notes right before the test is handed to you. Freshman year of high school I had what I think can be defined as a panic attack when I realized I had a track meet, work, and an entire history project to finish before the next day. That was when I realized Procrastination has a dark side.

I've been good and bad since high school when it comes to procrastination. This year I've actually been particularly good. I've been working on my assignments as soon as I get them (usually because I have nothing else to do). Starting projects early. Studying way in advance for a test. As far as grades go, this might be the best semester I've had simply because I decided to put procrastination on the back burner.

Until last week.

Silly Laura, what were you thinking when you said you'd get so much done over Thanksgiving break? Why did you decide to go home a day early when you even contemplated showing up at the library and getting stuff done? Did you honestly believe you were going to go to the library at home everyday? Did you really think that you would get it all done and these last two weeks would be smooth-sailing?

Sadly, yes.

I don't know what it is but there's something about going home that puts me in the mood to do anything and everything but the things I actually need to get done. I would rather clean the entire house than sit and work on Spanish. Fortunately into my third hour of my Big Bang Theory marathon I pulled out my Spanish homework and got most of it done. Of course, I didn't completely finish it all until today. A couple of hours work was all it took. I could've easily sailed through it had I gone to the library at home and glued my ass to the seat for the day. I would've accomplished even more actually. The stress I'm starting to feel build would be non-existent.

You want to hear a secret though? I actually love it.

I know that sounds ridiculous, especially since I'm the one giving everyone else crap about being too stressed, doing too much, never having time to just breathe. I'm a hypocrite. I love it when I have a lot to do. I love being under stress. I love the pressure that comes with it. The deadline. The feeling of "you have to get this done or you will fail!" I love working under a clock and accomplishing a thousand things in one day even though I know I won't get any sleep. Although usually somewhere in that day I still have that moment of "Why didn't you work on this when you had the time?" It doesn't matter. I procrastinate. I stall and enjoy doing nothing. Then when it's time to get cracking, I'm completely focused. All or nothing. Do or die.

These next two weeks are going to be stressful. Projects, papers, everything coming to an end. And then when those are done, guess what's next? Finals!!! Oh the joy.

I guess I should get back to my work. Do or die. All or nothing. Last three weeks of fall semester 2010? Bring it.