Much Farther To Go

I am struggling struggling struggling to get this Critical Thinking assignment done, and have been through nearly every procrastination technique ever. Besides cleaning my room of course (wayy too much effort, too little time). Also, I couldn’t be assed. I believe the phrase is “polishing a turd.” I am writing sentences in this essay every few minutes and I’ll probably be done sometime before midnight (hopefully). Then, I can start worrying about my job interview tomorrow. Once again, I’m not prepared. I did majorly fuck up my interview on Friday, mostly cuz it was a finance job, I took a finance class in second year, and well, I wasn’t exactly prepared to answer technical questions about it. (oops!)

Last night, after getting in after going out for Megs’ birthday, I saw that one (or two? or that guy who sleeps in the living room?!) of my housemates had left dishes in the sink, when they could’ve put them in the sink. It only peeved me cuz I have dubbed myself in charge of the kitchen cuz i’m the only one who cleans up. Anyway, we have a chalkboard in the entrance on which many passive aggressive notes are written from time to time…and in my half drunken state, I figured, why not invent a new form of drunken texting? I wrote what I considered at the time to be a well composed version of “do your damn dishes.” I thought I’d regret and erase it in the morning. Well, I don’t and I didn’t. I even signed it with a nice “Cheers! xx” Needless to say. There’s a dishwasher full of dishes waiting to be put away and a sink and counter overflowing with dirty ones. AH, living with men. My hell.

On an unrelated note, I am having a series of fabulous hair days. Using conditioner alone usually. It’s a good thing.