I submit that I should update this more. Yes, yes I should...
It is very, very difficult to get any sort of work done during spring break. I'm currently at the public library, complaining about how the internet here has prohibited access to any sort of chat client (AIM, gchat, etc), while this paper on dolphin whistles sits beside my computer, whispering to me how desperately I need to read it so I can start writing that 12-page paper due Wed. Thus, it's probably a good thing that I can't chat, especially as I seem to be finding all sorts of other distractions, such as facebook, and lo and behold, updating my blog for the first time in a month. If I've learned anything from Georgia Tech, it's how to be a master of procrastination. It doesn't help that my brain has decided that it wants to take a vacation along with the rest of the school. It could easily be somewhere in Disney World or on a beach somewhere. Some poor soul is going to be walking down the beach at sunset, hand-in-hand with that special someone, then step unwittingly in some gooey mess. "Ew, a jellyfish," they'll say, then continue on their merry way. If only they knew.
It is very, very difficult to get any sort of work done during spring break. I'm currently at the public library, complaining about how the internet here has prohibited access to any sort of chat client (AIM, gchat, etc), while this paper on dolphin whistles sits beside my computer, whispering to me how desperately I need to read it so I can start writing that 12-page paper due Wed. Thus, it's probably a good thing that I can't chat, especially as I seem to be finding all sorts of other distractions, such as facebook, and lo and behold, updating my blog for the first time in a month. If I've learned anything from Georgia Tech, it's how to be a master of procrastination. It doesn't help that my brain has decided that it wants to take a vacation along with the rest of the school. It could easily be somewhere in Disney World or on a beach somewhere. Some poor soul is going to be walking down the beach at sunset, hand-in-hand with that special someone, then step unwittingly in some gooey mess. "Ew, a jellyfish," they'll say, then continue on their merry way. If only they knew.
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