Procrastination is a way of life.

There are a number of things I ought to be doing. I need to study Spanish for my final tomorrow. I should write up my take-home final for landscape careers. Or I might as well be running and burning off some of the million calories I consumed today as long as I'm not gonna do any of the things I used as an excuse not to run earlier. But here I am. Surprise.
I went to the library to print something (I've spent $15 printing stuff this semester. That's really stupid.) On my way there I saw a girl getting a piggy-back ride and I was struck by an impulse to smack her butt. Don't worry; I ignored it, seeing as how I don't necessarily know her. Yeah alright, there's something wrong with me probably. Sorry if I feel a companionship with my BYU peers.
Then, on my way out of the library, I had the opportunity to witness the boy walking in front of me smack his face into the glass door. I felt bad laughing out loud but I'm sure he couldn't blame me. It was kinda cute anyway.
And during my walk back to my dorm I realized I was stepping over all the sidewalk cracks with my left foot. I've been doing this for years. It's because I use the right side of my body so much that I just feel like the left side needs a little attention sometimes. If I step over a crack with my right foot, it's like I'm playing favorites and that is just not fair.

Oh and uh, here's the product of Ali's and my celebration of the completion of our first finals:

Yup that's fancy.