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I'm having a crappy day.
I had intended to get at least halfway through my essay today. I had intended to, at the very least, have a heavily detailed outline of my points and reasonings. But what I have right now is a blank page. Which sucks mighty.
The stupid thing is, I got up this morning all pumped up to write. I had breakfast, showered, and got all my stuff out to write the essay, but then I just stopped. And instead of writing or even looking at the book, I decided to clean my room. And then I decided to do laundry. And then I ironed my curtains. And you know that you're trying really hard to procrastinate when you feel that ironing curtaons takes precedence over starting your work. So here it is, quarter to midnight, and I'm just now opening my copy of Chesterton. And in fifteen minutes, I'm going out. I'm a sad, sad person.
I'm also having a funky day. For some reason, everything I smell smells distinctly of ham. And I hate ham. This is less weird that it seems, though (for me, if not for you) as I have a history of smelling weird things when I'm sick. Once, I went to a Blue Jays game with my dad, only to find that everytime I moved, I was overcome with a new intensely strong and intensely vile smell. All of a sudden hot dogs were a thousand times more odorous, and the stench of stale popcorn nearly knocked me to the floor. Another time, on my first trip to Kensington with Ni, I suddenly thought that everything around us smelled like stinky cheese and feet. So needless to say, I have issues, and my house smells like ham today.
So what was I saying before? Oh yes, I'm going to a party in a few moments. I'm arriving fashionably late to Geoff's party, merely for the sake of making an appearance. The rest of my house (save V who went to Ottawa and Lindz who's arriving late with me) got to Geoff's house around 9, so everyone will be trashed by the time we get there. Which will be lovely.
A house on the other side of the park is having a party, too. Lindz and I spent a good ten minutes looking out her window at some guy running around naked on their lawn and through Vic park. It was quite something.
Anyway, I'd better brush my teeth or something.
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