And I'm spent.

OVER, done and completed. Ahh, this has been quite the semester. And now that it is over, I am finally realizing how much shit actually happened this semester, and how bored I am sitting on my couch in the middle of the afternoon, in the sweltering heat, with a slight ache in the front of my head and a strange red bump under my eye. Perfect time to fuck around on the blog. Let's be honest for a moment; it is amazing to me the sheer volume of alcohol consumed this semester by myself and my companions. It isn't like I never drank before, it's simply the fact that now I can trade money for beer or liquor in a legal, capitalistic, purely american fashion, without fear of prosecution. I really think I have been the worst procrastinator this semester, but I kept putting off actually doing something about it, and now the semester is over; ironically, perhaps this will be one of the better semesters grade wise. Remeber that computer meltdown exam fiasco mentioned in the previous post? Turns out, out of a possible 200 points on the exam, I got 199. Perhaps I am awesome, or perhaps the professor took it easy on my exam because of said fiasco, but either way, I got an A. Yessss! I also realized that i have put off cleaning and rearranging 40H indefinately; we have food that predates the paul era, the john era even, all the way back to the Jessica era of 40H evolution. I can no longer focus on anything for extended periods; I'm struggling to make it through the rest of this post without distraction from AIM or TV. It amazes me to think about how long ago I started school, and how long ago I began putting things off. How I used to suck at focus, just like I suck now. I was shorter, I had blonde hair at various points, I didn't shave, I couldn't drive. Instead of working at the Union, I worked for Dad on the hell-farm, growing Tobacco instead of Peppers out on my porch. But consistently, I put work off, I procrastinated, I ate dinner in front of the Television because I would become too bored eating at the table and couldn't stand it any longer. I used to hate summer; perhaps I still do to some effect. I tell people it is because of the heat, but thats not all that I dislike. I hate the boredom, and the lack of activity, especially back when I had to rely on parents for transportation. Nothing happens, the day is too hot to do anything, the only highlight is night time, and that's only good if you have the right crowd. And then there are the storms. It rained almost every day for a two month period when I worked at Roaring Gap; at some point, you would think God would get tired of throwing the same old torrential downpour/thunderstorm/15 degree drop in temperature/abrupt end and humidity of almost 100%, creating a sticky hell routine. I guess that was what the drout in 2002 was about; evening the lineup a little. Either way, summer is here, I'm on the couch, I guess no matter how much things change, me putting things off will be a constant.