Wasting Time

Yesterday I was bitching to a friend about how I never seem to get anything done during the summer, despite having so much more spare time on account of not being in class. And true to form, I'm still in bed, doing nothing, just thinking about how I should do something and not doing it.

I am listening to music and blogging (uh oh, I'm multitasking), and I keep smelling something; I think it's a body spray I put on last night before going out to dinner. Sometimes I wonder why I want to do all this stuff and don't. Is it really just laziness? Lack of inspiration? Something else? I'm guessing laziness. I have this ugly tendency to put things off until I'm under some sort of deadline. The trouble is, I have no idea what I really do with all this time.

I've decided I need to wean myself off the internet. It has become a time-wasting habit. I need to make lists of things to do every day and try to stick to it. I need to come up with things I do every day. Like sit-ups. Schedules are so easy to make. Lists are so easy to make. Following them is the tough part. I want to get better.

Right now my typing skills are getting better every day. Sometimes I marvel at what a good typer I am. God I'm a loser.