Procrastination

I am lazy and easily distracted and I really enjoy procrastinating.

Right now I am trying to write a story for my writing class about how Liz, her husband and I went over to a friend’s for dinner recently and found out that he and his boyfriend got married in August and didn’t tell anyone. It was a highly amusing evening. I carry around a small notebook to write down funny things people say, and I filled 11 pages that night. And we weren’t even all bombed.

This story should be easy to write. Once I actual sit down and hammer it out, I know I’ll like it.

And yet I’ve been sitting at my computer for 2 hours and I only have 775 words.

Why? Instead of writing, I’ve been playing on the Internet. Right now I am reading blogs, looking up old Calvin and Hobbes strips, and trying to find a new winter hat on LL Bean.com. Oh, and I’m writing this for my blog, instead of writing my story for writing class.

I’m also looking up knitting patterns. Call me the supreme multitasker.

Why am I so easily distracted? Why do I not want to write? I haven’t had a writing class in 2 weeks, and my teacher wants me to write something long for our last class on Wednesday. Everything I’ve written so far has only been 2 to 3 pages long. It's a great compliment that my teacher wants me to write something longer, and I really want to write something that I can be proud of and that he will enjoy. I just don’t do it. I’m avoiding writing, and I’m not sure why.

Maybe I think I can’t do it. Maybe I just don’t want to try. Maybe I would just rather be sitting on the couch watching Deep Space Nine.

I don’t think that’s true, though. Some days when I get home from work all I want to do is sit on the couch and not move until I go to bed. Tonight I’ve actually gotten a lot done. I did some Christmas shopping on my way home, checked e-mail and started writing this story. I’m not too sleepy, which is amazing considering I got about 4 hours of sleep last night.

I’m putting off writing because writing is hard, and I like things that are easy. Doing stuff that’s hard is more rewarding, I know. This summer I loaded both of my kayaks onto my car without any help, and my larger kayak weighs 63 pounds! I was so freakin proud of myself for that. I know I’ll be proud once I actually write something good.

I just need to discipline myself, and actually sit down and write!

Me and Some Girls From School

Last night I went to a bar in my hometown with some good friends from high school. Tons of people from our school days were there, including a guy I asked to the prom who turned me down. Painful. Fortunately, I don’t think he remembers this incident. He’s still quite cute, by the way.

My friends and I are all way hotter now than we were back in high school. My friend Liz has a theory that the popular kids in high school are people who reach the peak of their attractiveness when they are teenagers. The rest of us have a miserable time in school because we don’t peak until long after graduation. Now all of us uncool kids are in our prime (well, hopefully the beginning of our prime) and all the hot kids from high school are, theoretically, past peak.

Am I evil for hoping that the hot, stick thin girls from back then are all ugly and fat now? Probably. But doesn’t everyone hope for that?

Liz's husband wanted us to score free drinks from the guys we knew. I know that sounds kind of strange, but he will do pretty much anything for free stuff. “Liz,” I said, “with your boobs and my ass, we’re unstoppable!” We didn't try it though, as I was intimidated by the plethora of high school people.

Liz talked to one guy for awhile who I am certain didn’t say more than 5 words to us in high school. He was bombed and tried to grope her as we were leaving. She pointedly introduced him to her husband, and that was the end of that.

Anyway, I’m sorry I haven’t posted in awhile. My social life has been surprisingly busy, and when I have been home I’ve had no motivation to write, either for my blog or for my writing class, which is very bad of me. If anyone has any idea for blog topics, please comment, because I could use some inspiration.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all. Trish out.

My Run-in With Sellout Guy

Halloween was a blast. We went to a bar in Manhattan and everyone loved the Bullshit Avenger costume. Riding the subway dressed up like a superhero, carrying a whip and wearing a red cape and knee high boots was awesome. Don’t worry, I’ll post a picture as soon as I get one.

Everyone at the bar was dressed in costume. There were two Rainbow Brites, all four Ghostbusters, and even a guy dressed up as the Gates. Lame costumes included: a guy riding a chicken (seriously, wtf?) and the plethora of slutty nurse/cop/construction worker costumes. Listen, I’m really all about slutty, and adult Halloween is pretty much just an excuse to dress up slutty, but can’t we at least be creative about it? The prefab costumes are just lame.

As we were leaving, I noticed this guy across the room in street clothes, no costume, staring at me. I stupidly made eye contact for a split second and he came over and said, “You’re my arch enemy.”

“Um, okay,” I said.

“Are you like, no bullshit girl?” he said.

“I’m the Bullshit Avenger,” I said.

“I’m sellout guy,” he said.

Sellout guy. Seriously, people. Lame. If you’re not going to wear a costume, just don’t wear a costume. Don’t go around telling people you are sellout guy.

“Oh,” I said. “Okay.”

“So what are you going to do to me?” he leered.

“Um, I whip people.”

“Oh, are you going to whip me then?”

“Um, yeah,” I said. I tapped him with my whip. “Right, gotta go!” I grabbed one of the guys I was with (who was dressed up as Ron Burgundy, by the way, awesome) and booked it out of there.

So that was my Halloween. I’m going down to the city again tomorrow for a girls’ night, and even though we won’t be in costume this time it will still be fun.

I’ll just have to be on the lookout for sellout guy.