Things I Can’t Finish:
- 20 oz. bottles of Diet Coke. I have half-empty [or half-full?] bottles strewn all over my bedroom, and cluttering my refrigerator. My roommate questioned me about it. I had no answer. Just can’t finish them. And since I diligently recycle plastic bottles and can’t do so when they’re half-full of soda, I’m stuck with them until I decide: Finish this or dump it out? I feel like I’m wasting 70 cents. So yes, it’s better if I keep a half-full bottle of flat soda in my fridge for three months until I end up dumping it out anyway. That makes sense.
- That paper about who is responsible for causing democracy in Korea. It was due December. Yes, December 2007. The end of last fall’s semester. I was granted a generous extension by my professor. He told me to turn it in this past January. In two months, that “incomplete” will turn to an “F” on my record if I don’t do something about it. Talk about procrastination…
- Unpacking. Five months into my lease with The Ex, I still had boxes of papers and miscellany piled in a corner of the office. He was actually nice enough not to bug me about it too much. I finally finished, sans one box of old bills and papers, right before I moved out in August. Now I am in a new apartment, and thanks to my roommate, who is — I don’t want to say “pushy” but that’s probably the best word — I am down to, I think, just one box of books and maybe one box of sundries under my bed. I’d unpack the books, but we are severely lacking in book storage right now. Three wall-bracketed shelves were built-in to the third room [AKA the craft room], however one day I guess I piled too many heavy psychology books and board games on the highest one, and it collapsed. On top of my head. Fortunately I fell backwards onto my beanbag chair, and was not seriously injured. I could have been paper cut up in pieces, but was not. That was a close call. Worst part is I said “Oh, fuck this” and left the mess for several days until my roommate saw it and had a heart attack. Now the books are just stacked against the wall until further notice.
- My scrapbooks. And any craft projects, for that matter. I started scrapbooking last summer before I moved to Boston. I got a good amount of photos from my trip to Europe cut and glued to pretty decorated papers. But not all of them. By the way, that was the Europe trip I took after I graduated high school. Which was in 2001. So finally, six years later, I appropriately catalogued those beautiful photographs. Do I have a problem with procrastination?? Nevermind, don’t answer that.
- Laundry. Washing it or putting it away. If my roommate didn’t tell me I wasn’t allowed to keep piles of clothes in the laundry room, I probably would. I must say, she does keep me from living in a messy little pig sty.
- A sentence. Usually get sidetracked by something shiny. This weekend in Vermont: “So I was talking to my friend and she…Ooh!! Moose crossing! Look at that!”
Things I Always Finish:
- Ice Cream. A pint doesn’t hang around my freezer for long.
- Beer. ‘Nuff said.
- Blogs. Or do I?? Is this one over?? I can’t think of anything else…so I guess it’s over…
