Procrastination

I'm (one of several, I'm sure) the queen of procrastination.  I don't do it on purpose, but I'm horrible at it...especially when it comes to writing papers.  And this is not a bad thing.  (And now, I fully intend to toot my own horn.)

I'm a decent writer, if I do say so myself.  I'm far from perfect, but I usually get my point across in a way that makes other people really get where I'm coming from.  I write from the heart; for laughs, for tears, or any other emotion that comes my way.  And when push comes to shove, I'm ridiculous at hammering out assignments right before they're due.

Disclaimer: It is NOT the right way to do things, and at some point, it will come back to bite me in the butt, however, today is not that day.  I hope.

I've had an assignment that I've known about for a while about some aspect of United States foreign policy.  I dislike politics...not because I don't understand, but because I dislike listening to people spout off when they know little about what's going on in the world.  People like to hear themselves talk, and I know I'm one of them sometimes.  Give me something I'm passionate about, and I'll talk your ear off even more than I normally would.  Yes, it happens.

And I get that people can be passionate about politics.  More power to them.  It just irritates me when their "passion" is nothing more than badmouthing someone they dislike.  That said, I'm not the president's biggest fan.  Sorry if that offends you, but he is not who I voted for, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.  I think he has bitten off way more than he can chew, and it will take the next president a long time to regain the ground that has been lost.  That is my opinion, to which I am completely entitled, since I live in the United States of America.  Others have vastly different opinions, and that's also their right.  I do not call him any names and I wish him no harm...I just think there's someone better suited for his job. 

Anyway, I'm supposed to tell the president how to do his job, and I've struggled with it because the smarty pants in me wants to just say something like, "Dude.  Quit.  You just need to go.  Okay, bye." but there's no way I could stretch that out to 1 1/2 to 2 pages, so I actually had to do the research.

This week has left me totally exhausted. 

Monday: All day field trip, B batting practice, N fielding practice
Tuesday: Babysitting all morning, homework
Wednesday: Job interview, homework, Relay for Life meeting
Thursday: Homework, B fielding practice, N 5 mountains of homework
Friday: School, test, homework, B baseball game, N batting practice
Saturday: Games at 9, 10:30 (N, B) homework, date night with my friend Michelle
Sunday: Deadline for 6 chapters, 3 assignments, and 6 quizzes and 2 tests.

I'm to the point where I'm laughing hysterically at nothing.  And while that's nothing new, it's giving me the hiccups and I can't even concentrate when I sound like the mouse on Dumbo.

Hic.

Aubs