The Musings of a Professional Procrastinator

I should be writing an ethnological paper right now, but, instead, I sit here writing a blog. I've had about 11 hours of sleep in the past 72 hours; my mind is nearly the consistency of melted jello and I want nothing more than to watch the Kiera Knightly version of Pride and Prejudice while I fall asleep. (Reminder to self: Put picture of Mr. Darcy, both versions, on pinterest board for 'Guys I would love to love.')

Right now it is 1:42 am in California and my paper is due in hard copy for at 6pm today. It is supposed to be little more than 10 pages, include references to books and articles I haven't read, and examine the research I have done little of. Its times like these that have defined my time in college. The late nights/all nighters that amount to little more than a greater knowledge of how to waste time and look disheveled doing it. Oh, the life of a single twenty something gal. I'm kind of a professional when it comes to wasting time. I've been doing it since I was little. Example: When I my mother asked me to do chores, I would invent new games, speak with accents that were all the same, decide which laugh (I can do a lot of them) was best,

throw my dolls birthday parties because I was scared they would come to life and hurt me for how I used to treat them, go to my neighbors house down the street and pretend to speak Spanish to their little Mexican girl neighbor (I am Mexican, 4th generation so I don't speak Spanish), but I would eventually go home clean and do the best f-ing job at it and my mom never gave me too much crap for putting off the inevitable. Things haven't changed. I wouldn't say that my paper will be the best f-ing paper ever, but it will hopefully sound smart. I am pretty darn good at sounding smart. Big words, especially scientific ones, are my friends and defensive line backers when ever I feel threatened or inadequate. So, on average, I sound like a mix between Mumble McMumblekins and a lady Morgan Freeman.

I am actually thinking of looking into doing voice over work once I graduate and move back home and get my drivers license and explain to everyone that I am working on applying to grad school. Voice work has always been a dream of mine ever since I used to practice the most annoying sound in the world (raise your hands if you know that reference). I have a lot of friends that have Hollywood connections...so who knows, you could one day hear my voice be the new voice of feminine itch relief products. I actually think that would be pretty sweet. So its pretty late. My feets is freezing and I should really start my paper. Hmmmm...perhaps its a good time to look up youtube tutorials on how to apply make-up so I can hide the purple rings under my eyes!