In which I continue wasting time

Ah yes. Wasting time. Seems to be something I’ve found I am incredibly good at doing. I have pretty much effectively wasted most every morning since I’ve been off work. I mean , I could always get everything done in the morning so I have the rest of the day to dick around, but really? Where’s the fun in that? And would I really enjoy sitting in front of the computer, playing Bejeweled for hours on end, KNOWING that everything I need to get done is finished? I think not!

Really, I’m trying to figure out what to write for my first assignment. If you’re friends with me on Facebook, then you now that I’ve recently decided to go back to school. I don’t start orientation until Monday, but my advisor has already given me an assignment. He wants me to bust out a 200 – 300 word autobiography. shouldn’t be too difficult to do, but I find myself having some trouble. See, I tend to over share when I have to write anything about myself and/or my life and I’m trying to figure out how to write this up without going that route. He suggested writing about education goals or family or work experience and while those are good suggestions, they’re not something that I really feel like writing about. Actually, the only thing that seems to stand out that would be any kind of interesting would be to write about the things that I’ve overcome in my life to get to where I am today. Thing is, I haven’t really gotten very far in my 30 years, but I do know that I could’ve ended up somewhere completely different and not very good had I taken the ever enticing “easy way out”.

I’ve had quite a few people who’ve known me for years and know me pretty well tell me that if they didn’t actually know me and seen first hand some of the bullshit I’ve been through, they wouldn’t believe it. Not so much due to it being outrageous or outlandish or anything like that, but simply cuzz I’ve been though THAT MUCH bullshit in, what is ultimately, a pretty short span of time. Hell, my medical issues ALONE put me in a freaky category. I mean, how many people do YOU know that have had the gal bladder removed at 15 and have at least 2 diagnoses that doctors typically only give to people 80 and older. o_O

I’m also running into a ginormous case of writer’s block. That’s what’s kept me from writing any new poetry for the last 5 years and why I haven’t been able to just sit down and get my book going again. (Not a book to be published, just a book of poetry to replace the one that was destroyed when my purse was stolen.) It’s also why my blogging has been sporadic, at best. I mean, sure, I can come here and spit out all sorts of nonsense and call it good and I try to all the time. I wind up reading it over after I’ve written whatever and just delete it cuzz it’s worthless drivel and doesn’t always make much sense. Honestly? This entry should probably not be put out, but it’s going to be anyway cuzz I feel like I need to put something out there and I’m hoping that by doing so, I’ll kick myself in the ass enough to start churning out something worth reading. And also? I drank a pot of coffee this morning and I’m feeling all kinds of hyper and what not. Mmm… Coffee.

I’m actually a little pissed off at coffee, though. Not all coffee, just the can that I got at the grocery store last night that is no where to be found. Greg even went out to the car this morning to see if maybe he missed a bag last night. It was raining pretty hard when he unloaded the car, so it was pretty likely that that was what had happened. No luck, though. I had just enough to make a pot this morning and I’m hoping that once I decide to put away the rest of the groceries, I might find it. Since I did a pretty thorough check of the bags this morning, though, my hopes aren’t very high. I’mma be one pissed off coffee drinker if it turns out that my coffee stayed at the grocery store.

I also think I may have wandered into the Land of Cat Puke®. 4 out of 6 cats have puked this morning, 1 of which almost never does. Another one decided that today would be a good day to go for the world record and has horfed shit up no less than 4 times. Maybe I rolled over on top of 1 or 2 of them last night and they’ve all decided to rebel with vomit. They’ve been trying to kill me for a few years now anyway, so is it really that hard to believe that they would retaliate against me for some unknown blunder? I think not.

Ok, I guess that’s enough babbling. At least here, anyway. Time to smoke one more cigarette before moving on to my assignment. I’m beginning to remember why I had problems in high school. Stupid procrastination and being easily distracted. I need to crack down! But I have to clean up the cat puke first…

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    • Captain Bacon
    • April 8th, 2010

    200-300 words is not that much. Basically what you want is, hey, I’m a non-traditional student going back after (howevermany) years. I’m a mother of a ginger haired genius named Alex. My hobbies include (stuff that’s legal). I decided to return to school because (I don’t want to be on welfare) and this is what I want to do.

    By the time you get through all the basics you’ll probably be golden.

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