Procrastination

Attempt #1 After eating breakfast and cleaning my room, I sit down at the computer to work on Sam like a good little girl. However, it comes to mind that I'm expecting an e-mail from someone who is answering a question for me and I need to know the answer to that question, so I should check that first. Since I'm already checking my e-mail, I might as well read all of my e-mails. And hey, it wouldn't hurt to comment on a few peoples' xangas. Then, if one of your friends just happens to be online at the same time as you, it is quite natural that you'd want to IM with them.

Attempt #2 Having completely ignored Sam the first time around, after lunch I decided to sit down and work on him some more. But by slinking bit, six sentences appeared on the screen. Then I found myself distracted trying to find the right word for something. An old woman is yelling at Sam, only yelling isn't the correct word for what she's doing. It's more like bossing, or pestering, and raging at him, only it's none of those. After vetoing all the options your thesaraus provides, you realize that lambasted is a cool word. Say it ---lambasted. Isn't that a fascinating word? Yes, but it's not what the old woman is doing to Sam. Groused is also a cool word, but all the computer thesaraus says is that it's a bird with feathers on it's legs. Can't find other words like that. Then, for whatever reason I realized it was fun looking up words, and that words like wallopped sound really cool. When I'll use it I don't know, but it's fun to say. It makes me want to wallop someone on the backside. Then I start laughing with my sister and decide that half an hour is way too long to be looking up words in a thesaraus.

Attempt #3 It's about four in the afternoon when I went into my room with the intention of working on Sam for the third time. Then I found that my sister was on the computer, and that as it so happened Charissa had posted more Aiden. So naturally when Katie got off the computer I had to read Aiden. I mean, I can't just ignore Aiden. So I read Aiden, then Katie came back enquiring why I was reading Aiden when I had specifically said I wanted to work on Sam, and since I had read Aiden she had to read Aiden, and I decided I didn't feel like being on the computer anymore anyway.

Attempt #4 After having very generously decided that my sweet little sister's needs should come before my own and that she deserved to read Aiden before I worked on Sam, I went to the backyard with a notebook in hand to sit on the swing and write. After all, writing by hand makes things flow so much easier. So, I picked up where I left off with the grousing woman and start writing. My writing flowed beautifully, like cans flow behind the car of a newly married couple, banging and clashing merrily ---and gracefully--- along. I then decide that typing is the only way to go.

Attempt #5 It's now about six, and I'm thinking I really should work on Sam, so I sit down at the computer. First I read aloud to Katie what I have already written, in a very dramatic tone. She reads it even more dramatically, it sounds absolutely ridiculous. When I finally start to type, the font I have it set at keeps reverting back to this other font, and no matter how many times I fix it it keeps changing. Then I decide I feel more like writing about the trials of writing than writing Sam, and if it were not for that decision you would not be reading the beautiful entry you are now, in which I have the feeling I changed tenses about a dozen times and only corrected a few of them. It wants to be written in one way but I started out in another and I keep going back and forth and isn't this fun?

Now that you have been sufficiently entertained---- hey, wake up!!! Huh, I never knew you snored. . .