It started off last night, technically, while at the turn of the day I was doing my Calculus homework. Now, I don't know what possesses my professor to assign us 30 problems that each take 10 minutes complete, but he somehow manages to do so. Anyway, I'm working very hard to get these done, as it is due tomorrow morning. At about 2:30, I call it quits. I still have 8 problems to do, I can survive without them. I’m such a procrastinator…

I am awoken by my alarm at 7, to which I reset, obviously. As I'm lying in my bed, not sleeping anymore (I know better) I begin seeing the problems I did for homework last night dancing around in my head. I'm trying to find the right coefficient to go in front of 7:20 so my alarm will still go off. Where does this stuff come from???

I drag my butt out of bed and throw on my bathrobe. I mosey on upstairs to find the bathroom occupied. Damnit, I need to take my shower! Take my relaxing shower with the hot water that never seems to last beyond my washing my hair. Upon leaving the shower I decide I must eat something. Of course, I can't decide on anything. I proclaim to my mother that I can't believe I'm wasting my time worrying about eating when I have an exam to worry about!

Fast forward, we're in my first class now. Composition. Ugh...my professor is either from New York, or Canada. I can't think of any other explanation for his weirdness. We have a critical analysis on "Finishing School" I've already read it three times. And yet, when I get to writing it, I can't remember any of the names. Hope I didn't bomb that.

I walk over to my next hour, not even aware of my legs moving. I stare at the ground as to keep the wind out of my face. Careful, don't slip on the ice. I decide that I really like the coat I'm wearing. I like how it fits me. And I smell very nice too. I like Juniper Breeze.

I decide that my lack of eating much earlier, and lack of sleep has me groggy. I witness a girl lose her dollar in the pop machine next to me. I decide I don’t want one. I start walking to class, oh hell I’ll get one anyway. I’ll use a different machine though. I hate Pepsi, I’m clearly tired.

I turn in my almost completed homework and proceed to listen to the hour long lecture of more nonsense equations and proofs as explained by my broken English instructor. I try to force the Pepsi down to wake me up. I start to doodle and think about work this afternoon. 8 hours. When will I study?

Class is over somehow, and I have obtained my newest bane, I mean homework. I proceed to walk to my car, once again without even thinking. So routine, my autonomic nervous system has taken over function. 5 minutes later, I’m at my car. Yes, I timed it.

Nice relaxing drive home. Must work on Psychology. Ate leftover mac and cheese (the powdered kind). Little bit of pepper to taste. Time to go to work. I hate my uniform.
Work lasts a while, talked to a few people, made some food for a few people, and cleaned up after a few people. The usual.

Home again. No delaying the work of Psychology anymore. Must take those quizzes! Work on that for the next 3 hours. Talked to a friend about the weather and bikes.

I decide I need to wind down my brain from so much quizzing. I decide to write a journal entry. I type for roughly 20 minutes about my day. I’m such a procrastinator…