I’ve been doing homework all day, so I feel like writing about something mindless. Well, I realized today that when I write essays, the only time I successfully complete it is if I procrastinate…taking breaks between paragraphs. I’ve tried before to just sit down and finish a paper and I end up writing a little bit and just staring at the screen, daydreaming, and sometimes even falling asleep. But when I write a paragraph, then go read a few chapters of the novel I’ve been enjoying lately, then write some more, then do the laundry, then write some more, then check my email and go get lunch, then write some more, then watch TV and take a nap, then write some more…well you get the idea. When I do it that way I get it done. I don’t know why…I guess I don’t like to focus on just one thing for so long.
So a little while ago I stopped by Starbucks because I was starting to nod off even when I was taking a break. Usually I get a strong espresso drink or black coffee or something like that, but since it is later and I don’t want to be up all night, I decided to get a mocha frapaccino(note, I may be misspelling that) which I used to always get before I liked coffee. Frapaccinos are known to have a little bit of coffee in them. Some people tell me that that is the only coffee they like. When I got mine today, I sipped it and thought “where’s the coffee? it tastes like a chocolate Power Bar.” Which isn’t a bad thing, it’s just that it didn’t taste like coffee, not even a little bit. Anyone who thinks Frapaccinos taste like coffee obviously doesn’t know what coffee tastes like. Well it doesn’t really matter anyway…I’m one of those people who likes their coffee black…so call me biased. Or…whatever.
Another thing I thought about today was my name. When I see the letters A-N-D-R-E-A …I automatically hear in my head “an-dree-uh” the way my name is pronounced. I never think that maybe the person pronounces it one of the other three ways it can be pronounced. That pronunciation is simply just something that has been constant and true my whole life. So is it narcissistic for me to see it that way, or is it just entirely subconscious because that is what I learned growing up? I don’t know, it’s actually pretty obvious, but that’s just something I was thinking about today. Sorry it’s not important or all that interesting, but it’s my blog, I can write about whatever I want…and it’s your fault for reading it. haha
Well I am going to go back to my paper now. Thanks for helping me procrastinate and in turn helping me finish my paper. I’ve got about 170 words to go! Go do something productive for me okay?