Name of the Game: Procrastination

I have always considered myself an expert procrastinator, finding the smallest things to prevent me from doing my work until the last possible second. The fact that I am making this post this afternoon, merely hours before class, is a testament to my legendary reputation concerning the putting off of work. 

Take for example last night, this current post was my only pertinent assignment and I vowed that it would be completed before the end of the night. Well after returning from my truly dynamic and thrilling Geology lab I had the entire night to complete a measly blog post on the topic of my choice. Next thing I know I've already gone to the Marche (FYI, the best place to eat on campus, Ralph) and am now sitting in a room down the hall watching other people play poker. For those not familiar with the process or who have never flipped through ESPN2 to accidentally catch the World Series of said activity, I can tell you that when the thrill of potentially winning or losing your money is removed, it is a decidedly dull event. But fear not, a new distraction came in the form of the Redsox-Rays showdown taking place on the tube.

A truly epic battle, the contest between the two teams was still locked in a tie going into the ninth. The general consensus was that such a well fought and played game should be seen through to the end and that each subsequent inning should warrant a certain celebration. The apocalyptic match between the forces of Boston and Tampa eventually dragged into the fourteenth inning where Timlin was brought in and promptly allowed a three run homer. So much for a universally well pitched game.

Following a near Boston comeback, I mozy down the hall, in a less than stellar mood, exhausted, and inexplicably my mind is wandering. 

Time to make a blog post!

Yeah right.