What I Was Doing When I Wasn't Studying

Tomorrow, there's this midterm I have to take. It won't be hard (knock on wood), but there are a million and one different definitions and exceptions I have to go over in the form of ten very information-heavy Powerpoint slideshows. Needless to say, I've been prolonging the act of having to do just that for as long as I can.

How? – you, dear reader. You sweet, dear reader.

WELL.

–By walking to Starbucks in the rain and willingly standing in a twenty minute line.

–Watching a handful of FRIENDS episodes and having a long internal debate about whether or not I'm really ready for that twenties-in-the-city kind of lifestyle.

–Then, somehow, by letting the rain and the wind lull me into a nice, long nap.

–By deciding on a whim that now's a great time to get some laundry done!

–And, uh oh, well it looks like I accidentally put it through another spin cycle. Oopsies.

–Now, I've got to fold my laundry with meticulous care because I want nice creases in them.

–But why don't I go ahead and throw in my linens as well?

–You know, it's technically almost Spring. So, how 'bout some Spring cleaning. It's definitely the right time to tidy up every nook and cranny and color-code my drawer of tops:

–But then I had to do another load of laundry thanks to the whole new pile of clothes that had fallen behind my bed that I found when I was cleaning every nook and cranny. Every nook and cranny, I tell you.
–So then I started following my roommate's and friends' softball game(s) through the online game trackers and Googling the softball terms that I didn't know. What's a pop-up. Where does a ball fly.
–By realizing I still needed to listen to Serial.
–Then I finished Serial. (I only had three episodes left okay who do you think I am.)
–By watching The Riot Club and then looking up the actors and drooling over them (it makes sense because they're all listed as model/actors they're so beautiful).
–Job application, done!
–By inviting my bestie over for take-out sushi and Eat, Pray, Love Notting Hill.

Notice the "Just Do It... Later" sign. It's a lifestyle, you know.
(Addendum: my friend Nick and I were on the tour bus taking us back to London from the Harry Potter Studio Tour last year, and these two American girls sitting at the front of the bus had this fifteen minute long (loud) argument with the bus driver about whether or not Hugh Grant should be as loved as he is. It eventually went on the loudspeaker so the rest of the bus could play judge. The bus driver insisted "Why does every American think the movie Notting Hill is an accurate depiction of the British?!" Because Hugh Grant's devastatingly beautiful blue eyes, that's why, bus driver man.)
-Proceeding to walk to the local campus eatery for dessert to share.
-By washing my dishes.
-And then by washing the rest of the house's dishes.
-Reading a chapter of Wild.
-This little thing called Instagram, followed by these other little things called Pinterest, Twitter, Facebook, Flipboard, Yik Yak, Google+. LOL, not Google+ though. Never Google+.
-By being a good offspring and FaceTimeing my mother.
-And finally, by writing this blog post.
Well, whadaya know. I guess it's time to crack open that textbook now.