How the hell do people on tumblr even find my posts?
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I feel like some procrastinating. So here we go!
1. My Class Journal.
We have all had teachers that have made you keep a pointless journal filled with “your thoughts” on whatever academic subject they teach. My film class, The Documentary Tradition, requires one of those journals. I’m not saying that it’s a stupid idea, it forces students to pay some sort attention in class. Plus, I’m the kind of guy who would much rather write an essay, other than take a test. I’m just not sure on what to write about. I’ll probably resort Nazis, cause those guys are super easy to write about.
2. Job Hunting.
As surprising as it is, I am a dirt poor college student. College expenses, rent, and the cost of living in San Fran, are really pulling me down on the financial side of living. This is when a job could help. A part time job, earning me minimum wage, would probably influence a huge difference on my budget. The problem is no job wants an 18 year old, unexperienced, works only weekend, college kid. Almost every job I stumble across requires previous job experience, which I (technically) have none of.
3. Astronomy Homework.
Your procrastinating with more homework? I know, I know. I should stop procrastinating, but this time it’s different. I was procrastinating with math. What most people don’t realize is Astronomy isn’t just naming stars and galaxies, it’s mostly math. This makes the class suuuuuuuuuuck. I usually wait the morning of Astronomy, to do my homework. That’s probably what i’m going to end up doing for the rest of the year.
Science can’t explain why we need it, but we definitely do. Sleep is the one thing I should be focusing on. I am not a morning person. I NEED some sort of caffeine boost in the morning. My night-owlness, is probably the soul reason that I feel like the walking dead in the morning.
The room a rent is absolutely full of clutter. I don’t even know how it ever ends up this way. Some days I’ll just wake up and realize how messy my room is, and I can’t remember how I messed it up so fast.
That’s just the things I could think of off the top of my head. I am sure there are hundreds of other things I should be doing. Oh well, I guess we will see which one I’ll end up doing when I click post. I will most likely end up saying “The Hell with It!”, and start playing xbox or watching QI.
This phrase describes my whole childhood, in a single sentence.