I really get frustrated with myself sometimes. I had a lot of work to do this weekend and I got little of it done. My final two classes end next week, as in August 14. For one of them, I need to design a program bringing a group of professionals here to the U.S. for a short-term exchange. For the other class, I have to dissect a research article. This was a good weekend to get a lot of that work done, as Steve was out of town, as were several friends. I turned down plans with a few other friends because I said I had so much work to do, which was true.
I found the article to dissect and read it, though didn't really pull out the info that I need. I did about half of the other project, though certainly could have finished.
What else did I do this weekend instead?
- baked peach muffins
- made two potholders, three coasters and began two more baby quilts (until I ran out of thread)
- organized my fabric collection
- threw out about four zillion magazines that have lived under my bed for who knows how long
- became facebook friends with an ex
- made a salmon steak and asparagus for dinner
- returned overdue library books (oooops)
- spoke to my grandmother
- spoke to my mother about eight times
- spoke to Steve about eighteen times
- read two cookbooks
- finished a book called Girls in Trucks
- and other varied activities, few of which involved school
I really didn't even leave the apartment either! I had plans to run a few errands, but I talked myself out of it, saying that I needed to stay home and do my schoolwork.
It just annoys me that I seem to have no attention span. All day today, my notes for one class were sitting on my bed, right next to my laptop, as a glaring reminder of what I needed, yet failed, to do.
Does this happen to anyone else? Or am I the only one who seems to slack at life?