Bad, Bad, Bad at Decisions, Decisions, Decisions: Planning Edition

Me: Hmm. I want to meet my girlfriend's friends!
Me: Over Thanksgiving!
Me: Why don't I start a Facebook group message!

(a few days pass)

Me: (in chat) So, what are we thinking to do? Where? Any ideas? There aren't any movies I particularly want to see...

(hours later)

Me: Hmm. No replies.

(an hour later)

Me: What are we doing tomorrow?
Girlfriend: I don't know, text me when you figure it out.

(after procrastinating endlessly, attempting to contact other people, and failing)

Me: AHH!
Me: What to do?
Me: Harvard Square? I sort of know it and anyway you can find most things there...
Me: Central Square? I used to live there and there are nice places...
Me: Just a café? But what would we do?
Me: Where do they live anyway?
Me: WHICH DO I CHOOSE?!

Homework

Me: I don't want to do it.

Me: You have to.

Me: Ugh.

Me: Get off your blog.

Me: I don't want to.

Me: English homework. History homework. Math. Do it.

Me: But I don't want to be dissecting a book I read for pleasure at 7:30 in the evening! I want to properly read at my own leisure and be able to get to bed at a decent time!

Me: So start your work.

Me: Aghhhh.

Me: Shut up. Now.

Juneful Things

Me: Right, it's June.
Me: Wait...it's JUNE?! How did that happen? One day it was May and the next...
Me: That's kind of how things work. I guess.
Me: BUT IT DIDN'T FEEL LIKE THAT---AGHHH!
Me: Calm down. It's just June.
Me: JUNE!

Do not disturb. Reality shock in progress.

The Science of Respecting Stuff

Me: La
Me: La
Me: LA
Me: Respect the LA.
Me: Indeed. You must.
Me: Very important.
Me: No one will get this.
Me: Do I care?
Me: No.
Me: You're right, I don't.
Me: Respect the LA.

Lacking Something to Do

Me: Homework.
Me: Is boring.
Me: You haven't done any today.
Me: True.
Me: Do you have any today?
Me: Maybe.
Me: Go check.
Me: No.
Me: Do you have anything else to do?
Me: Can't you see I'm blogging?
Me: For the sake of doing something, yeah.
Me: I'm blogging. Very diligently.
Me: Right. Of course you are.
Me: Hey!
Me: I wasn't disagreeing.
Me: Shut up.
Me:
Me: Lovely, now I've got no one to talk to.
Me: Like you had anyone in the first place.
Me: Hey! You should be the first to assert that talking to yourself is fun.
Me: Why me? You should be the first one. I'm the voice of reason. I don't deal with such frivolity.
Me: Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh. Reason takes all the fun out of life.
Me: I heard that!
Me: Of course you did. We're both in the same brain.
Me: Who's reasoning now?
Me:
Me:
Me: Fine, I'll go check.

Sigh.

Talking to Myself

Okay. So it's vacation and I'm being a recluse in my room again.

I'm supposed to be doing my history project on the US Constitution, but it is one of the most annoying things I've ever laid eyes on. And there's also that geography paper and the English homework and the French material I should be learning - yeah. I've got a lot to do. And a lot of time to be spent on Wikipedia - that's where I'm getting my Constitution info. I don't freaking care if it's "unreliable." I just need to get the damn thing done. Although, I will end up having some more work translating from English to Hebrew. I'm not particularly good at that. Oh, the joys of being bilingual.

Me: Go do your history project.

Me: But I don't wanna!

Me: Just get it done.

Me: *dramatic sigh*

Me: It's due tomorrow.

Me: *withering look*

Me: GET OFF OF YOUTUBE!

Me: But the video is only two minutes more!

Me: But you have a history project due tomorrow!

Me: But I don't wanna!

Me: Get off YouTube. Now.

Me: Music helps me concentrate.

Me: No, it doesn't, you idiot. Music distracts you.

Me: I can multitask.

Me: No, you can't.

Me: Why am I talking to myself?

Me: I'm tired of typing "me."

Moi: Is this better?

Me: Just go do your history project.