Stressed out, no time, why am I tumblr-ing?
I tend to create problems for myself.
Such as during extremely busy moments, I choose to do less pressing things instead.
Instead of studying I clean my room. Even though I never usually clean anything besides my dinner plate, suddenly it’s vital my clothes need to be sorted by color, type, and degree of ugliness.
When I pack for trips, I find myself just playing around or reading my old books. Junie B. Jones becomes as absorbing as The Da Vinci Code when the only other option is packing.
Or like now. I should be working on my homework, studying, then packing for China, but instead I’m blogging to an audience of… two people. My audience needs their daily dose of Vitamin W, you know! (har har.)
But yeah. 12 pages of English done, at least 5 or 6 more to go.
College applications, about 60% complete
Packing for China, status 0%.
Make a blog post to distract self from unavoidable horrors: 100% Done.
One out of four isn’t bad, right?
Heaven is You and Me.
