Dust.

So this weekend was supposed to be me doing homework, a substantial amount of it and it turned out to be me sleeping, for a substantial amount of time. While I wasn't sleeping I was playing Call of Duty, getting ready for it to come out this morning. I plan on getting it as SOON as I get out of work. Yes, at 4:30 a.m. It's that serious. Good thing I don't have a girlfriend? Probably, lol. I can see this getting nearly all of my time for the next month or two ... or three ... or more. Hell, the old Call of Duty came out about a year ago and I play it all the time still.

Because of my immense procrastination I spent my evening catching up on four chapters of math homework. I missed my last math class because I woke up late. I actually went to class and made it there right after it ended. Thing is, I thought I was in time. I don't know what I was thinking. My time was all switched around. Regardless I took it upon myself to teach myself the concepts from the book and surprisingly, I picked it up. I just hope I can retain this information for the test. I think I get it, but you know how it is when you get the test in front of you, everything in your mind just blanks out.

I also procrastinated on a 4-5 page paper that's due Wednesday. It's about researching the Telecommunications Act of 1996 or something along those lines. I have about three hours left of work (it's 1:30) so I want to see if I can finish it all tonight, or at least get three pages done. That'll leave only two pages for tomorrow.

[hour and a half later]

I made the mistake of logging on twitter and talking about how bad I wanted Call of Duty: Black Ops for about 30 minutes. Still, I got about a page finished, wrote the drafts for two blogs on Tumblr, did some light research and managed to play this song about 10 times in a row.

It's never really hard for me to write a research paper, but what is hard is me focusing on it. I start spinning in my chair thinking of everything BUT the task I should be focused on. Start yawning and stretching and all of sudden I'm super tired when five minutes ago I wasn't. I need someone over me with a whip. I need ... to not be writing this blog probably, lol.

[3:50]

Two pages (well, one and a half) done, and I'm through for the night. Kind of anxious to be in my bed actually, with the heat on, drowned in my covers. Eyes heavy, whatever. I just realized that this whole entry was/is about homework. Oh well!

I kind of actually wanted to talk on the past week, where I started talking to someone I really cared for again. Just that it was nice to speak to this person, hear from them again. You start thinking "what if's" again, but I try to stay away from that. That really isn't healthy and can only get you caught up in your feelings. I'm more "with the flow" I guess you could say. I think things happen for a reason and it's how you react to those things that determine your future. I don't think there was a single thing that I regret about my experience with this person, besides maybe the fact that I didn't cherish that short amount of time that we had more. And not the time that we spent together physically, but just overall. Considering that that was the only major person that I've talked to this year, yeah, I should've relished in the moment.

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