I have a feeling that these procrastination posts might become a regular thing on my blog. Because when I have a six page paper due tomorrow, the only thing I can think of to do is blog! 
Which is not good.
My back hurts. I blame X. We’ve fucked on my bed enough now that it squeaks. It didn’t used to do that but I guess give it two months of rough sex and things like that happen. And the walls in my apartment are ungodly thin. Like I can hear everything that goes on in the living room thin. Despite the fact that my bed is against two outside walls, the squeaky bed makes X nervous or something probably because of my thin walls. So his new thing is to throw my comforter on the floor and fuck on that.
My floor is hard. X is not exactly Mr. Dainty. I HURT.
Get me a tool set and some 151…..no wait……that’s the shit that makes my tongue go numb……..WD40 and I will make my bed not squeak. Until then, I guess I get fucked on the floor. Which was fun at first but the novelty is wearing off with the development of aches in my back.
In class today, I learned I’m a total and utter loser. We were given a ditto with 13 questions about John Locke’s Second Treatise on Government. I answered every single one in detail without once opening my book. My group was done in ten minutes. It’s really sad that I know that piece of writing so well.
It’s just as sad that I’m planning on naming my first son Locke. Yes. I am a political philosophy nerd. Yes. I am a freak. ::bows and exits stage right::
In less amusing news, I’m anxiously awaiting my period. I missed last month but didn’t tell X because I didn’t want him to worry. I’m on a pill where it’s not uncommon to miss periods, and I’ve also been really stressed. So it’s probably that. But I still worry. So, by this time next week I’ll either be happy or panicking with X over buying a test.
And the part that scares me the most is that I may be pro-choice all the way and gung ho, but I personally would choose life because I don’t think I could ever live with the decision. The only grey area is what I would actually do about it all. Which is scary. And I don’t even want to think that way.
And honestly I highly doubt I am. I’m just a natural worrier.
And I should be writing my philosophy paper on Aristotle and blah and bleh and other shit. But I’m lazy. And I don’t like the prompt. I want to say fuck it and make my own but I would not get a good grade with that. Sigh.
Quite by chance I ran across this quote yesterday from Matthew Chapman, screenwriter and founder of ScienceDebate2008
“I would urge the next president to see it as his his patriotic duty to raise the status of those who use their brains. From Hollywood to The White House, ignorance and stupidity have been increasingly portrayed as funny or admirably macho. In fact, anti-intellctualism is anti-American because a nation that celebrates its clowns more than its geniuses eventually pratfalls into the toilet”.
So you needn’t be ashamed of being seen as a nerd. Be proud of it. Print out the quote in large letters and put in on your wall.
As for the other thing: Stress and tiredness can certainly make you late. I know what dark scenarios play out in your head when there is a question mark like this hanging over you (We’ve been there as well in our university days). Just relax. I’m sure it will work out all right.