Today I exhibited two polar opposites of behavior I rushed and procrastinated.
I get the impression that everyone else has a sort of routine they go through to get ready for their commitments in the morning. Breakfast, shower, shave... or something of the sort. I used to indulge in the luxury that was, organisation. Lately however, a priority shift has made desperately squeezing in as much sleep as is humanly possible has rendered all other morning rituals obsolete. My alarm was set for 6:56 and 7:00, so that i would definitely have crossed the hurdle, that is the side of my bed, and have both my feet planted on the floor by 7:02. I had another alarm set for 7:10, this alarm was to determine when my shower was intended to end. Setting this alarm in advance, encourages me to get in the shower early, which speeds up the process of sifting through baskets for clean socks, picking a shirt that I haven't worn twice this week, and jeans I haven't worn 4 times this week. So on the day of the single most significant test in my young life, I went back to bed by 7:16am, and set an alarm to wake me up at both 7:54 and 8:00. It seems ironic, that i have perfected laziness to a precise science. In hindsight though, and I honestly had not thought of this until just now, I could have just woken up at 7:35... or in an ideal world, gone to sleep the previous night, at a reasonable time. Alas, I'm determined to see it through, at least 10 lengthy, and yet meaningful blogs. Now as you may have astutely observed, my intense regime leaves no time for a healthy breakfast, a flaw I did not notice. Until someone who I immediately formed a malicious grudge towards, walked past me with hot pancakes in hand. It's possible I was already uncomfortably hungry, and had not paid any attention to it until that point, nevertheless, I will not sign their yearbook in my spite. The hunger was overwhelming, and I had approximately 4 minutes until the test began. My friends assured me, it was not worth the risk, they talked to me as if it was some kind of intervention. I rebutted their arguments, with "I can't pass the test on an empty stomach, and a morning jog helps prepare the mind for a test". Of course, this is the modern hip-hop world and sentences no longer flow from the mouth of youth like that, without profanity sandwiched in the pauses. Moments later I embarked on my uphill journey (the carpark is on a slant) to the shops across the road from the college. I ran so fast I was literally breaking the speed limit, in the carpark. Wallet in hand, i hurried into the store with every intent of buying an apple, a flavoured milk and a packet of biscuits. It was only when all was approved and I left the store that i realised my folly. I had accidentally parted with fruit flavored mentos, a coke, and a creme bun, actually 3 three creme buns. The culprit of this marketing brilliance, was the advertisers exploitation of the very human desire to buy whatever was closest and go. I hurried back, not quite as fast as i had on the way to the shops, despite the terrain advantage, but I thought better than to shake the coke. Also, despite running being presumably a leg type of function, arms must be in some way important, because eating the bun while in motion proved tricky. I arrived with what I assumed was seconds to spare, panting, sweating, collapsed in a heap in a corner, with creme in hand and on jacket. However, due to unforeseen circumstances the test was delayed by twenty or so minutes without notice...
And the procrastination part of my day is the fact that I'm writing this blog at 1am despite having another vital test tomorrow morning, a job application to write by next sunday, an assignment due yesterday and a short story due on friday, its going to be a good week.
In conclusion, I find that I'm not one characteristic, personality is circumstantial, things can be done completely differently in the same day. Sometimes I'm organised, other times I rush, and usually my policy is why do today, what can be done tomorrow?
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