Scarlett O'Hara style

Today is the day. The last day of this semester, at least for me. I have finished the proposal, the paper (s), and am down to the last exam and presentation of the semester. Ah, yes. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel beckoning me. How I love school...and the procrastination that inevitably comes with. Let me count the ways:

1. I've read two novels that are not my school books in the last two weeks. Ask me how that's helping the writing process, 'cause I'll justify it, I will.

2. 30 Rock, the funniest show on television. I know because I've watched all of it: as in, every episode on DVD. I think I find it funny because Liz Lemon is so much like me...or, maybe I'm like Liz Lemon. And by that I mean a tomboy who doesn't wear dresses very often, is often mistaken for the hired help, and more often than not has food in her hair or on her clothes. If Liz fell more, we'd be sisters from anotha motha.

3. Facebook is the devil, and I'm embarrassed at how much time I've spent in the last week distracting myself reading other people's status'. I mean, how pathetic is that? I get my news on my friends from watching their status' change rather than picking up the phone...disgusting. I am not going to tell you about the other window currently open on my screen, and that it involves a lot of faces of my friends talking about themselves, what they are doing at EXACTLY THIS SECOND and the causes they believe in/people they are fans of.

4. I love all of you that write blogs and I wish and hope and pray that when the end of next semester rolls around, you will write, write, write until your little fingers bleed, dear friends. Entertain me, please.

Which brings me to something that happened to me on Friday, when I started the ten page monstrosity entitled This Ten Page Monstrosity That I Have To Write that was due by the end of the day. I offer that this was not procrastination's evil work, but rather, a necessary debacle stemming from an unfortunate end of the semester assignment timeline, Dad's five day stint in the hospital and, well, my inability to focus for more than an hour at a time. So, I was writing a paragraph at a time, while allowing myself Internet news and blog reading as a reward for each page finished. So, I read Brooke's blog, which inevitably makes me laugh, and took the Which Reindeer Are You Quiz. I mean, I can't imagine what my life would be like if I didn't know what reindeer I was.

This led me to learn the following about myself:
1. I am, evidently, Comet. Which I think means I don't think before I act, am quick tempered and daring. I mean, how completely off base is that?

2. I am so U.K....according to this quiz website I am: 75% Irish and Dublin. Yeah, don't ask. I am pretty sure this has nothing to do with my inability to speak at low decibles, my flair for the dramatics, and my ability to consume beverages of the alcoholic nature.

3. I am Halloween. Now, if the first few quizzes were at least in the same chapter, if not on the same page as me...this, well, we're not even in the same library. And I quote: 'You are a dramatic, wild even weird person." I mean, who are they talking about? Marilyn Manson? Pink? Angelina Jolie pre-Pitt and Maddox?

Among the quizzes I did NOT take:

What felony are you?

Would you have been a good wife in the 1930's?

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