Procrastination. And, by the way, "How is the weather there?"

I'm a procrastinator. I know this; my family knows this; my friends know this. It's no secret. In fact, by writing right now, I am procrastinating. This is how my day started......My alarm went off at 7:10 this morning. I immediately hit the snooze button. No surprise there. Nine minutes later, it goes off again. I hit the snooze button again. Somewhere in the back of my head, I know that I have to be in class at 8 o'clock. It's 7:19 at that point, and I very easily convince myself that I can make it through one more snooze cycle. When my alarm goes off at 7:28, I hit the snooze button first. (To silence the unbearably loud version of Simple Plan's song, "I'd Do Anything") My roommate says in a very mumbled and sleepy tone "I'm not going." So, I contemplated not going to class. It was like a war inside my brain. The good side, you know...the one that cares about homework, grades, and actually getting a degree in college...said, "You know you have to go to your Diagnostics class. Today is the lab. You actually really like the lab! Think about all of the blood smears, hematocrit tests, and white blood cell counts you will get to do today! Plus, you really don't want to miss something, and then have to play catch up next week, right??" This was a very good argument. The bad side....the one that cares about sleep, and...ummmm.....wait.....no, just sleep...said, "8'clock is an ungodly hour to have a class. They can't expect you to get up that early and actually make it to class every time. Isn't your bed really warm and comfy right now? Forget about being behind in class, you can figure it out next week. Your roommate isn't going, you can be behind together!" While my brain is having this fight, at 7:32, my cell phone starts ringing. This is also an unbearbly loud volume. I grab it, and see that it is a text message from my mom. It reads..."How is the weather there?" I know what you are thinking. I was thinking the same exact thing. It was something to the effect of...."It's 7:30 in the freaking morning. Not only do I not know how the weather is here, due to the fact that I haven't been outside yet, but I also do not care what the weather is like here." I closed my phone, dropped it back on my desk, and began to doze off again. At 7:36, my cell phone starts ringing yet again. This time, my mom is actually calling me.

The conversation....
Me: (sigh) Hello?
Mom: I sent you a text message.
Me: I know. (yawn)
Mom: Well you didn't answer me. What is the weather like there?
Me: I have no idea.
Mom: Are you still in bed?!
Me: Yeah (long yawn)
Mom: Don't you have class at 8? Do you know what time it is?
Me: (sigh) Yeah
Mom: Well there have been tornadoes touching down in Tennessee. The wind is really bad, and they are calling for more storms. So you just need to beware of the weather.
Me: uh-huh. Ok.
Mom: I'm serious, Julie. Be careful.
Me: Ok. Bye.

I hang up the phone and then lie in bed for a few seconds, when yet again, my alarm goes off. I turn it off and then sit up. I get out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. I get ready, and throw some clothes on; grab my stuff and then walk out to my car. Once I got into my class, and we actually started doing things, I enjoyed being there. I did a really nice blood smear. (My teacher said it was perfect! yay!) Overall, it was a good lab. Well, I screwed up on a white blood cell count, but it was no big deal. My teacher told me that she and I would work on it together next week. So, now I'm out of class and I am sitting in my dorm room. I thought of all of the school-related things I should be doing. Studying for my history test for tomorrow; finishing my quizzes and questions for Laboratory and Zoo Animals on Blackboard; studying for my diagnostics test for Monday; studying for Anatomy/Physiology test for Tuesday; etc. It was at that moment I remembered that I did not write yesterday. All of the other stuff quickly seemed less important. I gave in to my undying commitment to procrastination, and wrote this.