Wow. I have to admit, at times I get out of hand when it comes to procrastinating. I woke up this morning (feeling like P Diddy) and I was like "Alright, Jorden, let's buckle down and finish this grammar project, because if you don't finish it today, you're screwed.". So, I came over to the computer and started adding stuff to my powerpoint.
We all know how it is when we're doing something we really don't want to do and after maybe five minutes of doing it, our minds are convinced that we've worked on it for a long enough time. I've got that problem.
Badly.
I spent the longest time on YouTube trying to get votes for my friend April's and my Chapstick video. If you haven't seen it, I posted a link in my previous entry. Then, I started doing some of those interactive video things. They're insanely fun. Last, and totally least, this stupid blog came into the picture.
I just had convinced my gullible brain that it'd be much more beneficial to do anything except the dumb project. I thought that I'd definitely be finished at about three or three thirty. Little did I know that it was already 2:45 and I hadn't done anything. I know, I know. I should be scrambling to work on it right now considering that it's about three o'clock.
The other half of you are probably wondering what I'm so worried about. It's only three, and I have at least seven more good hours to finish the project. Wrong. It so happens that my mom comes home at about seven tonight, because she has to get her hair done, and expected me to finish the project in one night; that night being yesterday night, and was screaming her face off when I hadn't.
I don't want to imagine, let alone describe what she will do when she finds out that I had a whole day and still didn't finish it.
*Mom walks in door.*
Mom: Did you finish the project?
Me: No, Mom.
Mom: YOU'RE NOT FINISHED YET? YOU HAD A WHOLE DAY!
Me: Mother, you know I am a procrastinator.
Mom: YOU'D BETTER PROCRASTINATE YOURSELF UPSTAIRS AND FINISH THAT PROJECT!
Me: Mom, that made no sense.
*Mom pulls out shotgun*
Mom: IM'MA TELL YOU WHAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!
*silence*
These kind of things happen alot. She gets mad when I make a 95. If I have a 98 in a class, she'll say "Is there any way you can get extra credit to raise your score?" My mom's a nice person of course, but sometimes get a smidge out of hand when it comes to academics.
Well, I 'm going to go put my brace on. It's about that time, anyway. And yes, I'm going to go work on the project. You don't have to worry. Alright, peace.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Procrastination Across the Nation
Isn't it funny how procrastination rhymes with nation? Yeah, I know it's not...but anyway, what's not funny is how close I was to being chopped and screwed for not having my grammar project done. I thank GOD for the random spazzes in weather that we've recently been having in TN.
This is like our fourth or fifth snow day. Tennessee is HOT. We get snow maybe once a year, if any. Heck, we get snow in March. But oddly, this year, the snow has been falling like the economy. I just got back from school. We got out early today because of...well, I sort of just explained why. Therefore, I didn't have to trudge into Mrs. Nall's sixth period today and admit tto my non-existent grammar project.
I have to redo the project tonight, and hopefully will be out of school tomorrow so that I have another day to browse over other people's weird blogs and look for misspellings and such. I'm becoming worse and worse at keeping up with the important stuff (much unlike this blog) and am drifting over to focusing more on the unimportant stuff (much like this blog).
I'm going to high school in August. My teachers have reminded me for my whole school-life that "You won't be able to get away with this s*** in high school!", but you know, in more of their robotic teacher-y way. I was really suprised to have all As and one B on my progress report yesterday. No matter what I do, I just can't dump those good grades.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not trying to dump the grades, but honestly, no matter how proficiently I think I'm slacking, I always come out on honor roll. On another subject, I need to put my stupid brace on. I have scoliosis. Scoliosis is...wait, why should I waste my time typing it? Look it up if you don't already have it yourself.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go put it on even though I'm wearing a really awesome outfit today, and will have to take it off in order to have the brace on. Don't commit suicide, don't smoke, don't take drugs, and don't wear the pants. And while you're not doing those things, here's something you can do:
Go to www.youtube.com/chapstick, look up "coolerthancool8438" and click that green thumb, refresh, and repeat the process. I'm out.
This is like our fourth or fifth snow day. Tennessee is HOT. We get snow maybe once a year, if any. Heck, we get snow in March. But oddly, this year, the snow has been falling like the economy. I just got back from school. We got out early today because of...well, I sort of just explained why. Therefore, I didn't have to trudge into Mrs. Nall's sixth period today and admit tto my non-existent grammar project.
I have to redo the project tonight, and hopefully will be out of school tomorrow so that I have another day to browse over other people's weird blogs and look for misspellings and such. I'm becoming worse and worse at keeping up with the important stuff (much unlike this blog) and am drifting over to focusing more on the unimportant stuff (much like this blog).
I'm going to high school in August. My teachers have reminded me for my whole school-life that "You won't be able to get away with this s*** in high school!", but you know, in more of their robotic teacher-y way. I was really suprised to have all As and one B on my progress report yesterday. No matter what I do, I just can't dump those good grades.
Don't get me wrong; I'm not trying to dump the grades, but honestly, no matter how proficiently I think I'm slacking, I always come out on honor roll. On another subject, I need to put my stupid brace on. I have scoliosis. Scoliosis is...wait, why should I waste my time typing it? Look it up if you don't already have it yourself.
Anyway, I think I'm going to go put it on even though I'm wearing a really awesome outfit today, and will have to take it off in order to have the brace on. Don't commit suicide, don't smoke, don't take drugs, and don't wear the pants. And while you're not doing those things, here's something you can do:
Go to www.youtube.com/chapstick, look up "coolerthancool8438" and click that green thumb, refresh, and repeat the process. I'm out.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Late Night Grammar Hunt
It's about ten thirty at night. I was supposed to have typed this earlier, but I was too busy editing the crud that I did to this blog when I was eleven. It's all about the inspiration, right? Wrong.
The new and improved version of this blog is all based on a stupid grammar project. Before Christmas Break, my teacher, Mrs. Nall assigned a grammar scavenger hunt project. I procrastinated, of course, knowing that I cared much too less to seek out errors in everything I read. I did what every modernized teen would do and searched "grammatical errors" on google.
Too bad that today, (the day before the project is due), Mrs. Nall decided to inform us at the last minute that we couldn't do that. I'm not going to lie; I should have expected that to come up eventually. I guess it's just one of those moments when you're desperate and wing it until you have to stop.
Well, long story short, while looking for errors to add to my start-over project, (this is really sad because I was finished with the project until the incident today) I was looking at people's blogs, and decided to make my own. That's why this is a waste of time. Anyway, I'm going to be mad at myself and end up falling asleep on the toilet tomorrow morning because I stayed up so late. OPTIONAL: If you find any grammar errors, post a link in the comments. Thank yah.
The new and improved version of this blog is all based on a stupid grammar project. Before Christmas Break, my teacher, Mrs. Nall assigned a grammar scavenger hunt project. I procrastinated, of course, knowing that I cared much too less to seek out errors in everything I read. I did what every modernized teen would do and searched "grammatical errors" on google.
Too bad that today, (the day before the project is due), Mrs. Nall decided to inform us at the last minute that we couldn't do that. I'm not going to lie; I should have expected that to come up eventually. I guess it's just one of those moments when you're desperate and wing it until you have to stop.
Well, long story short, while looking for errors to add to my start-over project, (this is really sad because I was finished with the project until the incident today) I was looking at people's blogs, and decided to make my own. That's why this is a waste of time. Anyway, I'm going to be mad at myself and end up falling asleep on the toilet tomorrow morning because I stayed up so late. OPTIONAL: If you find any grammar errors, post a link in the comments. Thank yah.
Friday, December 25, 2009
12/25/09 Blog 2
Merry Christmas, everybody! (or in the dialog of my dad, Happy Holidays!) The previous night was terrible. My parents lounged with me in the master bedroom until an "adult" movie came on. Not only did they send me out to the den, but after a while of my coming back for a bunch of random reasons, they locked the door. So, today, I woke up once, and I intently waited for the anticipation rush to smack me in the face. Nothing came. I was actually tired! But hey, I dropped like a rock in my bed after I made sure the cookies and milk was set out, (or is it milk and cookies?), the presents were all in place so if my parents decided to take one back, I'd notice, and that my holiday spirit was intact.
Well, actually, I had had a nasty case of the hiccups over nine times that day. Not the "oopsie and then giggle" type, but more like the "rabid animal with asthma" type. So, I hadn't gotten to sleep as much as I unwillingly wanted to until I had held my breath like a hundred times.
Today was the big day! After I got up and checked my hair status with my hand, I found that my night cap had completely fallen off. But who could blame it? It's elastic is about as stretched out as my lips when I fake smile for my mom's friends that I don't even know who claim that I've "grown so much". But anyway, I had gotten a little hot during the night, so...I'd taken my new pj pants off. (we have a tradition where we get new pj's to wear on Christmas Eve) But now, I was cold, so I slipped them back on along with my knitted Rocket Dog boots, but then took them off, not wanting to disturb my parents sleeping downstairs. I looked over to the living room to see if Santa had paid me a visit, only to see he had devoured two out of three of our late-baked sugar cookies, and gulped down the milk and left me no presents. Dang old fat dude.
I put my shoes back on and headed to the master bedroom to go get my parents, but only found my mom.
Long story short, I called my dad, who eventually showed up and sat down for what seemed like two hours before he grabbed his camera and we headed to the tree. But stop everything. Mom was upstairs brushing her teeth, so I sat down and picked what I'd open first. After she came down, the wrapping flew. I opened a lot of things, some of which I didn't really favor.
FAVORED: Avatar for wii, the Sims 3, Night At the Museum 2, My Sims Kingdom for wii, My Sims Agents for wii, iTunes gift card, net-book (talking to you on right now) and Wii Fit.
NOT FAVORED: Spa Pedicure Set (which will NOT be used even though I don't want to be rude), heavy blue jacket which I thought was a sleeping bag, and I think that's it.
I haven't opened ALL my presents, and we've got guests near four, so have a great time during whatever holiday you celebrate! I hope I do.
Well, actually, I had had a nasty case of the hiccups over nine times that day. Not the "oopsie and then giggle" type, but more like the "rabid animal with asthma" type. So, I hadn't gotten to sleep as much as I unwillingly wanted to until I had held my breath like a hundred times.
Today was the big day! After I got up and checked my hair status with my hand, I found that my night cap had completely fallen off. But who could blame it? It's elastic is about as stretched out as my lips when I fake smile for my mom's friends that I don't even know who claim that I've "grown so much". But anyway, I had gotten a little hot during the night, so...I'd taken my new pj pants off. (we have a tradition where we get new pj's to wear on Christmas Eve) But now, I was cold, so I slipped them back on along with my knitted Rocket Dog boots, but then took them off, not wanting to disturb my parents sleeping downstairs. I looked over to the living room to see if Santa had paid me a visit, only to see he had devoured two out of three of our late-baked sugar cookies, and gulped down the milk and left me no presents. Dang old fat dude.
I put my shoes back on and headed to the master bedroom to go get my parents, but only found my mom.
Long story short, I called my dad, who eventually showed up and sat down for what seemed like two hours before he grabbed his camera and we headed to the tree. But stop everything. Mom was upstairs brushing her teeth, so I sat down and picked what I'd open first. After she came down, the wrapping flew. I opened a lot of things, some of which I didn't really favor.
FAVORED: Avatar for wii, the Sims 3, Night At the Museum 2, My Sims Kingdom for wii, My Sims Agents for wii, iTunes gift card, net-book (talking to you on right now) and Wii Fit.
NOT FAVORED: Spa Pedicure Set (which will NOT be used even though I don't want to be rude), heavy blue jacket which I thought was a sleeping bag, and I think that's it.
I haven't opened ALL my presents, and we've got guests near four, so have a great time during whatever holiday you celebrate! I hope I do.
12/24/09 Blog 1
It's Jorden,and boy, it's raining cats and dogs out here. Not only are we stranded out in the cold and windy, but my nose is running like a freaking waterfall. Since we had no tissues, I was forced to head over to the napkin dispenser in the packed Costco warehouse to grab three scratchy napkins to substitute for the soft tissues my pug nose oh-so desired. Now, we're driving in our sandy-colored Lincoln Navigator to drop off these dang mixed fruit cups at my grandma's place. Come to think of it, this is all her fault. We do this about every two weekends if not every weekend. Do what, you may ask? Go to Costco's to buy this crappy fruit. Seriously, couldn't she cut some fruit up at home, put them in individual little cups, and cover them with some plastic wrap? You know what? It might not really be her fault I was soaking wet, getting my new hair-do wet, and drowning in my own mucous. It was my mom. First of all, why can't we go buy the fruit later, and mail it to her? It's the Christmas season; everything is getting mailed. Secondly, she was the one who forced me to go to that terrible place she calls the "beauty shop". I call it total HELL. It sure feels like it, anyway. The burns, the gallons of grease sitting upon my head at the same time, making the burns even more severe, and the feeling of being deep fried in peanut oil seem like a close reality. Anyway, now it's raining, and all that wasted pain and money just trickles down the drain with the rest of the rain.
Later on, I'm not surprised to find my nose still dripping, but now I am exhausted. Christmas Eve in Memphis. This year, totally rained out. I keep reminiscing back on the corny comparison the d.j. made over two times on the radio today every time he played "White Christmas", (repetitively, by the way), saying "More like we'll be having a wet Christmas", which, like I said, is incredibly corny.
It's not much to say, but, Happy Holidays! My dad's been fussing at the multiple news anchors for saying "merry Christmas" and being biased towards the many holidays coming around during this season. I'm normally con-correspondence, but tomorrow's Christmas, so what the hay. I'll listen this once. Just this once.
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