Idiosyncrasy Confessions: Procrastination

I am a huge procrastinator. If I can put it off I will put it off. If I can't put if off, I will anyway. If it is an inconvenience I still won't do it. Nagging does nothing to spur me on. Bribes have no effect.

Exhibit A: My house keys. They have been at my friend's house for months because I lost them in her car and then she found them the next day. A few days ago she emailed me and said oops, by the way, forgot to tell you my parents are moving far away and your keys have been packed! (Note, I have had MONTHS to pick them up. And have not.) So! I said okay, cool, send me their address and I'll mail them money so she can ship them to me.

Because of my procrastination, for months now I have not been able to get into my house. I get home from school and nobody is here so I am stuck outside.

I was able to convince Nick to break in for me about three times before he lost patience and said I either need to get my keys or break in myself. So I have been breaking in to my own home. Multiple times a week.

Yesterday, Nick stopped me on my way to break in. He asked how long it would take for me to either get my keys, and when I said I didn't know, asked why in the world haven't you made a copy of the original house key so you can stop breaking in? It will take just a few minutes and, like, a whole dollar.

Quite simply, that is more work than I am willing to do.

Twilight Confessions!

My name is Katie, and I am addicted to Twilight. *deep breath* (ducks flying rotten fruits and vegetables from Twi-haters). 

I swear I've heard all the arguments against Twilight! People say that it isn't well-written (it's a book for teens!) and that it shows an unhealthy teenage relationship (whatever. So many worse books out there. Yes, it may be different because these are so widely read, but honestly. Heathcliff, anyone?) also, Edward acts like a freaky obsessive stalker (no snarky comment here, I actually agree. Him staring at her sleeping without her knowing it freaks me out). 

HOWEVER, these books rock. I dare you to start reading it and then try to stop. (I couldn't. Read the first book at night when I should have been asleep, but I couldn't stop, I JUST HAD TO KNOW!) I also love the movie. My worst complaint is that the actor for Jacob Black is freaking only 17, and I wish he was 20. (Shh!) 

Even though I have all this love for the books, I actually cannot read them anymore. I had to stop myself from rereading them, because too much of the "Edward--so perfect! thoughtful! Adonis-like! Perrrfect!" comments by Bella and then start to read about their fantabulously perfect relationship (misunderstandings and evil vampires aside, these two worship each other), I start to get irrationally angry at Nick. Seriously. My fabulous, sweet, thoughtful boyfriend, because he is not as perfect as a fictional character. I have absolutely no basis for it, because I'm so happy with him, other than we are not in a book, and our lives are not perfect like Bella's and Edward's are. And because I realize I am ridiculous, I've cut myself off. 

 . . . well . . . . . .at least for a little while. 

Catch ya later, Twi-hards!

PS JACOB RULZ!

Idiosyncrasy Confessions: Voicemail

Idiosyncrasy is defined as "an individualizing characteristic or quality" by Merriam-Webster, and I have quite a few. (Surprise!) But today I'd just like to focus on one that never fails to make me twitch. 

Voicemail. 

*twitch*

I have an unexplainable inability to listen to my cell phone's voicemail. I will do practically anything to get out of listening to it. If I slide open my phone and see I have a voicemail, I'll hit "ignore" and call the person back, and then try to get them to understand that unless they are bleeding and can't call me again, to just not leave me a voicemail. My poor mom is often a victim of The Voicemail Speech, because she loves to leave casual voicemail. "Hi honey, just wondering what you were up to. I'm at work/home/shopping, call me back. Mwah!" 

I will let my voicemail's pile up until I get some angry calls (that actually get through to me) from friends and/or relatives that can't leave a voicemail because my box is full. Then I go through my voicemail's and delete, delete, delete (it makes me happy) so we can start the process over again. 

I have a theory that I hate voicemail so much because it takes too long to get to the messages. I have to wait, enter a password, and then wait for the stupid woman's voice to stop talking so I can delete. *twitch* 

Moral of the Story: Please, fortheloveofgodandallthatisholy, do not leave me a voicemail unless it is urgent*. I just won't listen to it. 

*Exceptions: Mom, because you're my mommy and I don't really mind except sometimes; Aimee, because you're my supervisor and I live in fear of missing an important message; and Nick, because I like the sound of your voice.