Thursday, 2 January 2014

2014: The Year of Cocaine


The title may be misleading, so hear me out.

I am a terrible procrastinator if you haven't already figured that out.  And I'm sick of it.  Done.  No more.

College Humor posted a series of pictures titled, "What You're Saying with Your Drug Choice."  Cocaine's picture was this:


And that's what I'm going to do.  I'm going to get everything done forever (what, did you think I was actually going to do cocaine?).

I'm tired of the self brought on stress from leaving things until the last minute.

I feel like it'd be easier to quit procrastinating if there was some sort of negative repercussion that went along with not quitting.  Aside from stress and the odd day of terrible self pity, there are no tangible consequences.  In spite of leaving things until the last minute, I had some really great marks this year--two A's, an A-, a B+, and a C (the C was for History which is not my best subject and the exam was worth 50%).

What I (stupidly) never discovered until too late in the semester is that if a professor has given sufficient information on a project in the syllabus, there's no reason why I can't get started right away.  If I work hard this January, maybe I can relax more in February and March.  Go into cocaine mode right off the bat and have everything done forever.

Not to mention that I think my schedule is better set up for this this semester compared to last semester.

In exchange for two 3 hour long classes, I have no early morning classes (having History at 8:30 certainly didn't help matters) and every other day of the week I'm done at 1:30 or sooner.  Even my 3 hour long classes don't end that late, not like some poor souls'.  I'll still have my evenings to work on things.

There's always a chance that my plan won't work out as well as I hope, but it's worth a shot right?

2 comments:

  1. As long as it does not turn into wanting the bees out of your teeth. :)

    I absolutely love those descriptions.

    Here's to the year of cocaine! Best of luck!

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    1. Well hey, if bees in my teeth can be a euphemism for getting stuff done, I'll do meth too. Thanks for the best wishes!

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