In no particular order:
-Playing my guitar. This one actually is in order because I do it constantly. It's a phenomenal distraction.
-Playing FarmVille. I've been saying for, like, 3 weeks now that I'm going to get rid of it but I haven't yet. It's like a drug, and, just like Huey Lewis, I want a new one.
-Looking at myself in the mirror. This is, 1. because I'm strikingly handsome (ask anyone!), and 2. because I am participating in No Shave November. Which was...dumb of me.
-Standing. I'm really good at it. Chances are you are too.
-Doing homework. This takes up a small percentage of my time, but it's in there.
-Cleaning my room. This actually happens only about once a week, usually Saturday or Sunday afternoon when everyone goes missing mysteriously. You know what I'm talking about. All your friends suddenly start disappearing without telling you where they're going so you're all alone for a bit. Anyway, this is when my room gets cleaned. And I do laundry. I should actually do laundry now. But I won't.
-Procrastinating. The other day I heard this quote: "Procrastination is a lot like masturbation. It feels good at first, but, in the end, you're just fucking yourself". This was certainly life-changing.
-Sleeping.
-Going to class.
-Sleeping in class.
-Eating all of my roommates peanut butter crackers. He really shouldn't have showed me where they were, so therefore it's partially his fault.
-Listening to other people's relationship problems. I'm a good listener. Not so good at giving advice once they're done talking, but hot damn I can listen.
-Listening to The Beatles. I do it a lot.
-Playing Fantasy Football. And doing....decently.
-Multi-tasking
-Tying my shoes.
-Still contemplating why we are required to have a landline phone in here.
-Serving as self-apointed coach on multiple intramural teams. Our intramurals so far have gone as follows: Flag Football: 1-6, Co-Ed Softball: 1-4, Floor Hockey: 0-4 (so far) Water Polo: 0-1(so far). I have no reasonable explanation as to why a group of seemingly semi-athletic 18 year old boys can be so...awful.
-Texting. Texting has become so ingrained in our generation, I can not imagine life without it. Is that bad? I'm not sure.
Hopefully I will be able to find the time (will. determination. drive.) to blog more from now on. But don't quote me on that.
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