up and down the mountain

One of the things I've realized about myself this past week is my lack of foresight. I'm a natural procrastinator with nearly all things (you know I'm really really really serious about something when I'm doing things way ahead of time), and lately, that's kinda bit me in the ass. I'm a weird type of procrastinator though - I get things done, and I get them done well for the most part. I don't forget things easily - it's just sometimes, I remember a little too late for comfort. And I'm learning these days that when something surprises me (such as something I've been procrastinating about, subsequently forgot, and remembered too close to the deadline), that I just have to relinquish my stupidity and recover as best as I can. Let's look at yesterday, for example.

9:00 - woke up a little later than usual due to extra tiredness, proceeded to cook breakfast, eat it, get ready, and assemble stuff for school

10:30 - drove to the park and ride, parked the car, walked a block to cambie stop for the 410

10:45 - while on the 410, I realize I forgot to print my assignment (which I totally finished the day before but got lazy and didn't proofread + print). I get off right away, take bus on the other side of the street.

11:00 - drove back home to proofread + print + curse at myself. I really wanted to catch my prof's office hours so I drove to school. (thus defeating my latest awesome mostly car-free streak)

I was pretty bummed out when I got to school due to the stress and my stupidity...but I was quickly cheered up by a surprise A and catching my prof five minutes before we had to start heading to class (thus solving my essay writing woes). The real moment of transition for me from "bummed out" to "normal" was hearing billie jean being blasted outside my prof's office while I was trying to tell him about how progressive the vietnamese legal system was in the early modern era. I had to stop and laugh, and he did too.