If my last post didn’t fully exploit me as a procrastinator, this one certainly will.
I was just looking at the little calendar on the side of my blog, and I noticed a pattern over the past 3 months. Can you see it?
Looking at March, February, and the last week of January (the week after I finished my #23til23 journey), I have only blogged on Sundays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, and the occasional Thursday.
These are my self-designated “school work days.”
Is it a coincidence that I blog on days where I should be writing papers, doing reading, or completing digital labs online?
Hell to the no.
Good LAWD I am a terrible procrastinator. I didn’t realize how bad I was until I saw it in black and white (er, orange and white) in front of me!
I used to be so good about blogging on the weekends. Now, well, I just suck.
It could be because Mondays and Tuesdays feel like the weekend (I only have class on Wednesdays and Thursdays), but that’s no excuse.
My new goal is to blog every Saturday, reflecting on my week. I’m probably jacking this idea from some other blogger before me who has stolen it from some other blogger before him or her. Whatevs. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
I totally went grocery shopping today. I bought a load of bread to replace the stale bread in my apartment. Instead of throwing almost half a loaf of bread out, based on today’s GORGEOUS SPRING WEATHER, I decided to get a salad for lunch and eat my lunch in the park. I was also going to work on a speech I’m writing in the park, but, well, as established by this post, I’m a procrastinator. The park has a section with animals you can feed. I’m not talking geese and pigeons– I’m talking goats, pigs, emus, donkeys, roosters, fox, various types, of fancy birds, etc. It’s awesome. My Grandpa used to take me and the sibs there after school to feed the animals before we would go home to do our homework. (Sidenote– maybe he was the catalyst in my procrastination habit. Hmmmm.) ANYWAYS today I went to the park, ate lunch, loved life, didn’t get any work done, AND FED THE ANIMALS!! There were GOAT BABIES there. Like, seriously, fucking teeny tiny goat babies. They were no taller than my knee and they could barely walk and they tripped over each other to get the bread I was feeding them and they made cute little goat noises AND IT WAS AWESOME. I seriously contemplated trying to sneak one home in my bag… it definitely would have fit.
GAWD I LOVE GOAT BEBES.
Have I mentioned that I procrastinated today?