Procrasination

I'll get around to writing this post ... later.

Yes, you know the feeling - you'll do it later, you'll put it off, it's not going anywhere. President's week was, for me, a week I had to myself - there was nothing besides homework that I had to do. I could have wrote anything that I wanted to all week long ... but I wrote next to nothing. I wrote much less than I would have if I had been sitting in a classroom.

Why is that?

I haven't quite discovered the answer to that yet, but I've noticed an interesting phenomenon.

When I'm busy, all I want to do is write.

When I've got nothing to do, I'm bored as all get out.

I think that all of this concludes to one very true thing: the world is a very strange place.