Procrastination and...stuff

So I am here at work, in the Dean's Office of the College of Fine Arts, and even though there are a million things I should be doing right now I am not going to do any of them. I am at work for almost three hours. I could be wise and get things done so tonight I don't have to make that choice between homework or Project Runway...but I'm not going to.

Why? Why do people procrastinate? It just makes life so much more stressful. It does not make sense and yet we do it anyway. Because of this one word I know for a fact that I would not have survived on the frontier...I would have been the first to go down simply because I put off milking the cow for a day or I decided that I would cut the grain later.
Fail.

Anywho, on another note. I am taking this Intro to Fiction class, a class I should have taken as a freshman or sophomore, but being the procrastinator (there's that word again!!) I am I waited till I was a senior to take it. So the class is really easy and I am one of the oldest people there...besides the teacher. Anyway, I never talk in that class cause I figure I have paid my dues for three years by being the chatter box so this semester I decided that I was not going to speak as much. Force those young ones to talk a little.
But today I broke that silence (only the third week of school too) and pretty much took over the class. Why? The story we were talking about was A Rose for Emily. It is a pretty common story that everyone should have read in highschool.

Basically it is about this crazy woman who kills a man and lives with his rotting corpse for around 45 years. Gross. But this is the story that I decided I was going to finally break my vow of silence on. This si the 2nd time I have talked in class. The first time I spoke was on the first day of school when we had to do interview intros and my partner told the class I had a cat named Lizzie Borden and of course no one but the teacher knew who that was. So I had to do the rhyme for the class and explain who she was. (Lizzie Borden was an ax murderess in the 1800s. She killed her mom and dad...google her).

The point of this is now the class thinks I am crazy since all I ever seem to talk about is women who kill people. Awesome. There is this one boy who wouldn't stop staring at me...I think he is waiting for me to pull my own ax out of my Hello Kitty backpack and murder the class.

Anyway...that is all I have to say...I should get back to putting off that homework.

Karen