Read: Dana's a dork
Today it is cold outside. I don’t mean cold as in my-oh-my it’s freezing out and I’m pretty sure if I stay outside longer than five minutes I’ll get frostbite. I mean that it is the first cold day after the end of summer. That day that signals the end of warm humid days. Suddenly you notice that there are leaves on the ground and you’re futilely wishing you’d though to bring your coat, or at least to have worn shoes instead of flip-flops (read: Kate).
Current Temperature: 50 degrees and cloudy
Current Mood: procrastinatory
Last night in my grant writing class I learned that not everyone counts “procrastination” among their constant or even occasional habits. Somehow this loss of procrastinators in the world saddened me a little. I though surely that procrastination was something I could bond about with most people. News Flash: Dana isn’t always right (but don’t tell Rob). I think everyone needs a little, but I fear today is calling to be the mother of all procrastination days: stay in bed with a book, snuggled up under the covers, smiling at your lamp as it brings warm light to a room grayed by the clouds outside.
Recent photographic evidence (of me) has pointed a new and distinct pose in picture taking these days. Why smile when you can frown (or scowl or just in general defy the camera-taking principles of happiness)? Who really knows where those feelings come from? Maybe it’s that I’m still doing quite a bit of homework on the weekends (which I really hate and try try try to avoid), even though I still get up at 6 everyday and go go go until 8 or 9 at night. Sometimes one must procrastinate! I have a new technique even. I’m always looking for viable ways to procrastinate homework/paper grading and I have a new one. Judge for yourself.
Over the summer I had the misfortune to lose my glasses (read: I got drunk and to keep from losing them I put them in my purse; they of course managed to leap out sometime in the night. Well, come on, these things happen). I don’t have especially bad vision; I can legally drive without glasses, so I just didn’t bother to go back to the eye doctor right away. They really just help correct my astigmatism, which does lead to eye-strain headaches (read: the doctor says my eyes are football shaped and that focusing quickly isn’t my strong suit). So, naturally, school started up again and I started focusing a lot more and, well, headaches. Before my eye exam (yet another reason I didn’t want to get new glasses; they put weird drops in your eye!) I filled out the ever-popular paper work, and decided it was time to check the box next to: interested in contact lenses. My eyes appeared to be within the magical range of eyes that can wear contacts, so with only one set of drops (if the eye doctor ever gives you drops that he claims will make your eyes a little sticky, just go with it. You don’t really want to know what they’re for), I was told to come back when I had time for a “contact fitting” (read: people don’t like to touch their eye, so teaching them how to stab their corneas with a small piece of plastic takes a little time and getting used to). So last Saturday I went in for my fitting. I got in at about 9:20; at 10:20 I’d finally managed to get both contacts in my eyes (I know a lot of it was in my head because as soon as I got one it, it took very little time to get the other in. Plus, I’m in my head a lot). After adjusting to them a little, Michelle (my very nice contact insertion instructor) thought maybe I should try taking one out. That didn’t go too well. I had to leave the optometrist, go watch the first half of the Iowa/Iowa State game (read: the good half), and then trek back to the optometrist. Michelle thought it would be good for my eyes to get a break (I hear jabbing yourself in the eye hurts if you do it long enough). I think it took me about another hour before I managed this technique of removing the contact.
The best part? It took me forever and I didn’t do any homework! Go me. Sunday rolled around and I think I managed to get them in about 20 minutes. Rob had to talk me down off of the ledge, but I finally listened to reason. Again, plenty of time that wasn’t spent doing homework. Yesterday I gave my eyes a rest (read: my left eye was smarting a little from the abuse it received on Sunday). Today I barely made it out of bed in time to catch the bus for sunrise yoga. So before I go to work tonight, I have myself a nice little afternoon planned: 2 hours to shower, put in my contacts, and reward myself for putting in my contacts. What a way to procrastinate.
Current Temperature: 50 degrees and cloudy
Current Mood: procrastinatory
Last night in my grant writing class I learned that not everyone counts “procrastination” among their constant or even occasional habits. Somehow this loss of procrastinators in the world saddened me a little. I though surely that procrastination was something I could bond about with most people. News Flash: Dana isn’t always right (but don’t tell Rob). I think everyone needs a little, but I fear today is calling to be the mother of all procrastination days: stay in bed with a book, snuggled up under the covers, smiling at your lamp as it brings warm light to a room grayed by the clouds outside.
Recent photographic evidence (of me) has pointed a new and distinct pose in picture taking these days. Why smile when you can frown (or scowl or just in general defy the camera-taking principles of happiness)? Who really knows where those feelings come from? Maybe it’s that I’m still doing quite a bit of homework on the weekends (which I really hate and try try try to avoid), even though I still get up at 6 everyday and go go go until 8 or 9 at night. Sometimes one must procrastinate! I have a new technique even. I’m always looking for viable ways to procrastinate homework/paper grading and I have a new one. Judge for yourself.
Over the summer I had the misfortune to lose my glasses (read: I got drunk and to keep from losing them I put them in my purse; they of course managed to leap out sometime in the night. Well, come on, these things happen). I don’t have especially bad vision; I can legally drive without glasses, so I just didn’t bother to go back to the eye doctor right away. They really just help correct my astigmatism, which does lead to eye-strain headaches (read: the doctor says my eyes are football shaped and that focusing quickly isn’t my strong suit). So, naturally, school started up again and I started focusing a lot more and, well, headaches. Before my eye exam (yet another reason I didn’t want to get new glasses; they put weird drops in your eye!) I filled out the ever-popular paper work, and decided it was time to check the box next to: interested in contact lenses. My eyes appeared to be within the magical range of eyes that can wear contacts, so with only one set of drops (if the eye doctor ever gives you drops that he claims will make your eyes a little sticky, just go with it. You don’t really want to know what they’re for), I was told to come back when I had time for a “contact fitting” (read: people don’t like to touch their eye, so teaching them how to stab their corneas with a small piece of plastic takes a little time and getting used to). So last Saturday I went in for my fitting. I got in at about 9:20; at 10:20 I’d finally managed to get both contacts in my eyes (I know a lot of it was in my head because as soon as I got one it, it took very little time to get the other in. Plus, I’m in my head a lot). After adjusting to them a little, Michelle (my very nice contact insertion instructor) thought maybe I should try taking one out. That didn’t go too well. I had to leave the optometrist, go watch the first half of the Iowa/Iowa State game (read: the good half), and then trek back to the optometrist. Michelle thought it would be good for my eyes to get a break (I hear jabbing yourself in the eye hurts if you do it long enough). I think it took me about another hour before I managed this technique of removing the contact.
The best part? It took me forever and I didn’t do any homework! Go me. Sunday rolled around and I think I managed to get them in about 20 minutes. Rob had to talk me down off of the ledge, but I finally listened to reason. Again, plenty of time that wasn’t spent doing homework. Yesterday I gave my eyes a rest (read: my left eye was smarting a little from the abuse it received on Sunday). Today I barely made it out of bed in time to catch the bus for sunrise yoga. So before I go to work tonight, I have myself a nice little afternoon planned: 2 hours to shower, put in my contacts, and reward myself for putting in my contacts. What a way to procrastinate.
