Still, if it will appease the class, write in a scene in which 7 eats 9 before blinding itself after seeing 69 in on its kitchen counter.
Dammit, I was going to use
this exact joke in a NaNoWriMo story. Which I won't have time to do anything with until the end of the month anyway. But still, it was going to be hilarious when people spotted it, because half the characterization of the whole story was going to be number motifs (not math, because I suck at math).
And now I'm genuinely sad, because I was thinking about my schedule again. I was going to start a thread for spitballing about another game-idea I had, but I decided I'll put it off until at least Thanksgiving break, since I have serious shit to do before then. And then I remembered that I have to take into account serious shit I have to do during the break, and then it's time to study for finals after that.
On the one hand, I'm absolutely elated that I'm on track to graduate next month. Holy shit, for the first time in my entire life, I won't have to think about school down the road. I'll have time and money enough to look for a real job, with nothing but my part-time job taking up my time for as long as that takes. And even after I get a real job, I'll never have to worry about homework or assignments or studying creeping up on me. My free time will truly be free time, and I'll finally, finally be able to do all the reading and creative stuff I've been putting off for literally years now.
But then I remember, or more like admit, that "lack of time" has really never been an issue for me, especially since I usually blow off studying and cram assignments into a day or two each anyway. My problem has always been having ready excuses - I've always been able to kick the can down the road on stuff I honestly want to do, but would require effort, as opposed to sitting around watching TV or playing games, not for enjoyment or fulfillment but just plain old catharsis. I've always justified it as needing cooldown from my tiring job and the mental drain of school, and maybe that's true. But the fact remains that I have always worked best with deadlines. When left to my own devices, I usually just do nothing but waste time waiting for the next deadline, because I've gotten so used to using them to motivate myself. Ergo, tasks with no deadline, namely the ones I set for myself, never ever get done.
Coming up in one month, my life will truly be my own, and where I want to go with it and what to do when I wake up will be entirely my own decision. I can truly use my time to do all the stuff I've wanted to, but have been kicking down the road since... forever, really. But I've gotten so good procrastinating, I'm not sure I know how to do anything else. And I'm honestly not as worried about finding a real job or anything, as just catching up on all the personal stuff I've said for years I wouldn't have time for until later. Well, "later" is finally here. And in the eternal battle between proactivity for my own sake, and procrastination for its sake, I have a pretty extensive history to tell me which one is going to win.
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