The art of not doing anything but simultaneously doing everything

Three weeks into the semester and I have realized my weekends are not meant for sleeping and eating anymore. They are meant for running around trying to do what I couldn't during the entire week. Welcome to Senior Year, I tell myself every single time I have one of these epic epiphanies. I have spent the past 3 weekends waking up before 2 pm and actually doing something. I feel the need to reward myself with a huge breakfast though.
I have also realized I am incapable of using Itunes in anyway whatsoever apart from simply filling up my ipod with songs I will not listen to after a month. I tried creating a playlist. Fail. I tried adding videos to my ipod once upon a time. Fail. I tried adding podcasts once. Fail. Every single time. I have officially given up trying to make it work.
Washi tape is my new favorite thing. I already have all my files, all my keys, my drawers decorated with it. If I could, I'd plaster my entire apartment with Washi tape. I am like one of those High School/ Middle School kids hell bent on decorating everything they own. Probably never going to grow out of it. Yep I can now call kids in school kids considering I am a senior and about to graduate but still in denial about that fact.
Although I am not complaining about my weekends considering I met a bunch of fun people over the weekend. The tough part came when I had to wake up at 9 am the next day and trek to the other campus to attend a meeting. But yeah, totally worth it.
But what hasn't changed in senior year is the fact that I procrastinate as much as I used to. My favorite mode of procrastinating as has always been writing a blog post instead of studying, or working on a paper, or sometimes even paying my phone bill, or looking for a textbook online considering I am absolutely unwilling to pay $155 for a textbook. But the list goes on. I guess I should be thankful I am not procrastinating by writing a blog post at 3 am in the night. Yet. Those days shall also come.
What is so frustrating is I am midway through the second book of Game of Thrones and I can't finish it. I don't want to watch the tv series before I read all of them but I really want to know what happened. Ugh people-who-actually-read problems. But Joffrey is most definitely a little shit.
I was procrastinating on Imgur earlier today I cam across a picture which listed all kinds procrastinators. And my first reaction was waittttt, I am all of them combined into one person. Becoming a mentor has not helped my procrastination unfortunately, the incurable disease that it is.


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I'll leave this right here for everyone who procrastinates to contemplate where they went wrong in life for about two minutes and then go back to procrastinating.

Senior Year Sadness

The end of summer is always bittersweet. There is the excitement of a new semester and the depressing fact that you're going to have to stop being lazy and step up your game. When summer began, as usual I did not realize that three months in India would pass by in the blink of an eye. Yet, like every single time, I wish I had done a lot of things during the time that I did nothing.
Three years later, and the flight back does not get any easier. If anything, it gets tougher. This time around, there was the uncertainty of not knowing when I will go back home again. There was also the doubt and the questions about what I am going to do with the rest of my life. Considering graduation is less than a year away. If you thought school was fun and you absolutely loved it and never want to leave, think again. College is 5 times that.
I really do have mixed feelings about graduating. Quiet often, the thought of coming back to school after graduation has crossed my mind. If only to escape the real world. But really, how long can that go on for anyway? There's the reluctance to take on all this responsibility but there's also the excitement of earning my own money and shopping. My apartment isn't helping either. I am so used to living in a brand new apartment with all these facilities and my amazing roommate, only after 2 weeks, that I definitely do not want to leave. But real life calls.
Looking down on first years in disdain is the true sign of being a senior. First years, not freshmen, because that's sexist. The other day when a friend said everyone who is "manning" the tables was told by me that that's pretty sexist and "womanning" should also be a word.
I realized today evening I haven't written a blog post in practically four months. When I told my roommate, her first question was what exactly did I do the entire summer. Well, eat and sleep I told her. What else was my summer for? Apart from a ton of family drama, an internship where I learnt how to tie a fishtail braid, a failed attempt at studying Business Law, brushing up on my really rusty gujju cooking skills and of course, all the Hindi serial/soap operas/ dramas. Such an eventful summer this was.
Also the picture that won my heart last night (source: http://imgur.com/gallery/Rf4pbT5)



My roommate and I had a hysterical fit of laughter when we saw this picture. Upon close inspection, the fact that the balloons are red and the rest of the picture has no color made us laugh even harder. For the life of me I cannot figure out whether it was the picture that set us off or the lack of food or the late hour. It's still hilarious though. Tim really doesn't give a shit. See how he took off without his feet? Brb after another round of hysterical laughter.