Miles Visits and Scott Angers His Coworkers

Time: 3:48am (press return). Miles has just left my house. Around 9pm tonight (yesterday) Annie checked out a car, and we picked up Miles and Zach (and KT) at KT’s house. On the way to Gustav’s, Miles started telling a story about his housemates which he was only able to finish by the time we left Gustav’s two hours later. We dropped KT off, and Miles suggested renting The Original Kings of Comedy, which we all watched at my house, and were greatly amused by. We had a great time, and were sad to see Miles go. Zach asked if he could crash here for the night, which we agreed to, and I said he could sleep in the middle bedroom (where our computers are set up) after I checked my email.

Now Zach is sleeping in the basement, and I’m still sitting at my computer because I have work to do. I knew this might happen, since Steve and I had a demo assigned to us at a meeting today, which is due tomorrow (today) at 9am (5 hours from now). But since Miles was only in town for one day, I decided to hang out with him and run the risk of coming home to a pile of work needing to be done.

Now I’m facing the same decision I faced so many times in college: With five hours until the project is due, is it better to work now and get three hours of sleep at the end, or sleep now and get up in three hours to do the work? Or is it better to post to KillingMachines and avoid the decision altogether?

I am a Procrastinator

I am a procrastinator. I put things off until the last minute. They do get done, but I just don’t have any motivation to do them earlier than I absolutely have to. So I’m very familiar with this situation.

Finals week. Tomorrow is my last final. In that class I have 19 (yes, you read that right, nineteen) 2-page papers due, plus a 2-page cover letter, plus a 4-5 page final essay. This isn’t as bad as it sounds. They’re opinion papers, so they’re easy, and we were supposed to be doing them all term. But since she didn’t collect them, I put it off. So now I have 9 of 19 written. 10 hours to write 10 more, a cover letter and a essay. I have a bottle of cherry cola in front of me, a dr. pepper waiting in the fridge, and a hope that I might get a few hours of sleep tonight.

So why am I on hatelife? Hard to say. This always happens. When I lived with my old roommate, we lived in a studio together. One term during finals, we were both staring blankly at our computer screens, silently willing our papers to write themselves (hasn’t worked yet, but I haven’t given up trying), we suddenly looked up at each other and one of us suggested that we should reorganize the room. It was a brilliant idea. We each had 8 hours to write papers that were a major portion of our grade, so we rearranged all the furniture in the room for 5 hours, quickly wrote the papers in the remaining 3, and still had time for a shower before class.

The real reason my friends criticize me about procrastination is not that they’re opposed to the practice. Some of them are worse than me. It’s because I’m a complainer. I tend to let whatever little tiny thought that’s crossing my mind go to my mouth, and I loudly share it with whoever is standing near me. I should stop doing that. Maybe I’ll become the strong, silent type.

(this is where all the people who know me are laughing their asses off)