I'm the Worst.

I'm the worst texter. Doesn't matter who, doesn't matter what about, doesn't matter when, I am the worst at composing my thoughts and pressing "send." So don't take it personally. I do it to everyone. Including my mom. Sorry, Mom.

I'm the worst at self-pacing, self-motivating, etc. Last March (like March 2013) I signed up for an online, independent study, class to finish up my general classes. I had a year to finish it. I figured that I'd have plenty of time during the summer to work on it. But then summer came and I spent all my time planning a wedding and driving back and forth to Bountiful. Then August came and with it regular classes. Then almost two semesters went by, and in Feb/March I purchased an extension for the class so that the end date became June 13. Best $20 ever. Because it's now almost June and I still have 3 essays, the midterm, AND the final to take. Exhibit A, B, and C. I am the worst at self-pacing. 20 days, people. 20 days.

I'm the worst at prioritizing. You'd think with that ^ kind of pressure looming over me I would spend every waking moment working on the class. Instead, I find myself planning my classroom theme (and by "planning" I mean "looking over the vast possibilities and trying to narrow them down unsuccessfully"), watching Bones, cleaning the house (important, but my itch for Spring Cleaning can wait three weeks), planning a bachelorette party (I'm quite proud of the invitations that I've put together), and napping. That last one is a bit embarrassing, but this is a place of non-judgment, right?

I'm the worst at making dinner. Sure, we have a meal every night, and most often it comes from our own food supplies, but it isn't creative, exciting, or healthy. I don't think I've had any vegetables all week other than the vegetables on my pizza, but those shouldn't count. At least we're eating though.

I'm the worst at maintaining a good sleep schedule. During the summer as I grew up, I would stay up really late and sleep in really late. Well, that's what this summer is turning into. 3 out of the 7 days this week I have slept in past 9am and felt a strong urge to go back to sleep. The other 4 days? Probably woke up at about 8:30. Next year is going to kill me. 6 am (or earlier) wake up 5 days a week? ....why??



Okay, maybe I'm not the worst. All that this comes down to is that I am feeling extremely overwhelmed and it is all my procrastinating self's fault. My brain is buzzing with ideas and plans and things to do, and I just need a break! When's my next vacation? Seriously dreaming of the beach. Road trip, anyone?