dilacion

i'm not convinced that's the proper spanish translation of procrastination, but that does not take away from the fact that IT'S GRIPPING ME.... it won't let go.... i definitely shouldn't have sent that email to my professor telling her to expect more effort from me in the weeks to come. it was a total and complete lie. i've already skipped the class once. i want nothing more (at this moment, and at multiple other moments related to that class) than to drop out of school and read books and write letters and work at the coffee shop and do nothing.

(but i won't do that, of course...)

it would just be so much easier if i was taking this class from her husband.. the hottie art history profesor, instead of her, the uptight one. i don't really want to impress her. hahaha

in the last nine hours since i came home from work i have: eaten quiche, kasse spaezle, a salad, the last of my phish food, and a pbj, surfed the 'net, had five cups of tea, iChatted, emailed, researched paintings, decided which ones i will write about, and written one paragraph of the paper i have due tomorrow.

it's going to be a long night.