lang blogging

my experiences here at yoonie, thus far, have driven me to the conclusion that the "real world" sucks.
anyway.
I woke up today at 6:30 am so that I could shower and get ready for my 8 am anthropology class. However, before I got ready for the day, I planned it out. Here was the plan:
8-9:15. Anthropology
9:15-11. Dorm, Anthropology HW
11-12. Mind Body Fitness
12-12:30. Lunch
12:30-2. Lang, get mac fixed & International Relations HW
2-3:15. International Relations
3:15-5. Dorm, take a nap
5-whenever. Finish two online p.e. wellness modules
Read Anthropology
Math homework
Read ch. 2 Mass Comm
SLEEP.

and of course, i finished little to none of the above x.hardcore.x plan. I did make it to all of my classes (almost on time), grabbed lunch from Dashes, and I did bring my mac to Lang to get it fixed. Unfortunately for me, the mac is still in a state of disrepair and the weather outside is, well, frightful. So after International Relations, I made it back to Lang and haven't been brave enough to go outside since. My intentions were that I would go back to the 424 right after IR but due to my mac's teenage angst, I have to pick it up at 9 pm. And so I sit, procrastinating and searching desperately for something to do. now i know what you're thinking, "do your homework?" but the homework is remaining untouched for two reasons. one) it's all in my dorm room. & two) without a desperate urgency attached to the aforementioned H.dub, i've very little interest in completing it.
procrastination, as defined by m-w.com: "to put off intentionally and habitually"
procrastination, as defined by the authority on the word (me): "to knowingly avoid being productive unless facing impending doom upon the incompletion of an act"
i almost wish i had the will-power to do schoolwork but let's face it, if i did, i'd never get anything done for speech...like right now, i'm all about the ADS.

in other news,
i'm highly concerned that this weekend of freedom, which has been the light at the end of this dark, villainous, tunnel is going to fall through. i had intended to go back to suburbia for the boyf's birthday but as it turns out, i don't have a car. i would like a car, however, and if you ever find yourself wanting to buy me a gift...a car would be nice. but i digress, the point is: this weekend i want to have uncontrollable amounts of fun.

now i'm mildly certain that you're wondering why i've been in a dark, villainous tunnel (after all, my last post was happy & precious) as of late. and well, it has much to do with she-who-must-not-be-named. this past weekend i attended a tournament in illinois with her and she went from trying to be my bff, v, to most likely to bitch about me. which is fine, but a little difficult to deal with when there is no true escape from the situation. luckily, i found solace in loitering outside of the baymont inn.
i've resolved to focus on the good as best as i can because, as she made it abundantly clear last night, she is not going anywhere. sad but true, so i'll just cope and remind myself that she is only one, the many are nothing like her.

(on a brighter note, i know what the next two tattoos i get will look like. for shore.)

trapped in the now,
emma