introversion

I like it when Renee and Nikki come over to the house and the house is filled with the noise of everyone conversing; it’s nice. (Sometimes it’s not nice, like when I’m trying to study and my patience becomes nonexistent, but for the most part, it’s nice.) I think it’s because the house feels alive rather than our usual silent solitariness (that is, each of us doing our own thing). I don’t know; this is really random but I’m just sitting here listening to the separate convos going on, like Hung laughing downstairs with Renee and Don and Nikki discussing law stuff. Actually, I was thinking that it would be nice to have a place filled with such conversation when I move on, I guess, and then I wondered what kind of people I’d like to have filling up such a place. Then, of course, it occurred to me that this might drive me nuts since I do like my quiet time, too. There’s just no happy medium. However, without mom and dad, the house has been too quiet lately. It’s weird not hearing someone shuffling around downstairs all the time.

/random

You know, I really, really miss the days when I wasn’t procrastinating and thus not writing craptastic papers in one day that make me sad and more stressed out when they’re finished because they’re such shitty quality. Yeah… so how do I, at eight weeks into the quarter, get my ass into gear and stop procrastinating? And catch up with all my reading? And generally do not sit on the Internet and fool around telling myself to go do my homework? And actually get myself to write something rather than letting 101 ideas float around in my head?

Some original ideas would be nice, too, brain. How about something more regarding Vilena and Aezek?

Damn me but I still have two more papers to write this quarter.

Hmm… I feel slightly better now. I have discovered that I am the type that needs to bitch and complain and vent about my deficiencies in the hopes of assuring myself that I am not as crappy as I think. This morning was a good morning, though, since Nene and Nikki had stayed the night. I had missed seeing them and it was good to talk to Nikki this morning and to eat pancakes. I’ll feel much better in 10 minutes when my Hum paper is out of my hands and beyond my power; well, maybe I will. I know how badly this paper is written so I’ll probably be bothered until I get it back and see if I managed to get a B and not a C. God, that’s depressing.