Holy crap, my life has no structure!
I need to get my act together. I spend so much time just wasting time. Meanwhile dishes pile up, I don't work out, I don't do homework...are The Antonio Treatment and The Pretender and Burn Notice all really that important?
I am irrationally worried that if I put myself on a schedule I'll somehow never have fun again. That doesn't make any sense, but I can't see that. I don't even know how that would work I just know that's what I'm afraid of. I don't even know what I'm trying to accomplish by writing about it, I just am. I'm frustrated. I don't want to always be behind, but I don't know how to start fixing it.
I have three group projects and two twenty-page papers all due at various points this month. I've probably done 1% of the work. My kitchen is a mess. So's my bathroom. I haven't worked out this week. For shizzle, that's messed up. It's so messed up I felt the need to say "for shizzle".
Hope you're all more productive than me,