The extent of procrastination

I'm doing my normal Friday night thing...pretending to do homework, papers, and scholarship stuff and instead finding ways to entertain myself until Mattison gets off work. I like blogspot's layout, there's something clean about it.

I'm currently working on an outline for Italian Renaissance that I forgot to do for today mostly because I can't read a syllabus, I'm also enjoying the dulcet tones of Sufjan Stevens. I've slowly been rebuilding my music empire after the Christmas crash, but I mostly just want to get a bunch of stuff from Mattison in one fell swoop and not have to hunt every obscure piece of music down on teh internets. I really need to do the study abroad app tonight. They only take thirty one people to Florence and I would much rather be there than Rome, just because the Rome program would do nothing toward my majors. Blah. I hope I get in.

The weeks are passing faster and faster, it's getting a little ridiculous. Two weeks from now is spring break and I'll be sunning myself in Playa del Carmen with Mom and Grandma. I think I'll take down Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being and The Tipping Point by...someone. I'm considering taking Salinger's Franny and Zooey just in case because I think I'll be sitting by a pool for a week reading...which is cool but I can devour words like it is my job (I'm hoping one day it's my job). I hope I can relax. Lately I've been finding myself way too worked up about this that and the other to really let go of everything.

Most things are at least settling down. I'm probably not handling them correctly but what can you do? I've got a life to live and I'm not about to get weighed down...which is a nice theory. I'm considering dropping my last name and just being Layne Ashley until I get married. It looks kinda cool. Maybe I'm taking this too far.

I wonder how one becomes a professor. A girl in my women's lit class told me she got accepted to do her master's in art buisness in London...that sounds fucking awesome. I want to go abroad. Maybe I'll decide to do art and not English and live in Florence or Rome for my masters...so many dreams. That's after I come back enriched from Peace Corps or Teach for America...

Too many degrees of freedom to know now what will happen.

I get to babysit tommorow night for my favorite family. I think I'll be their "household assistant" this summer in conjunction with working at Art 101. I need to make moneylike mad to help out with paying for the house next year (yey Adam, Bran, and Margaret), going abroad, travelling about Europe, and a ticket or two for summer trips to Baltimore. I saved some money because Ben Folds sold out so fast this morning and I didn't get tickets...a blessing in disguise perhaps.

Alright. Reading about Pope Julius and Raphael and doing all sorts of awesomenss.