Thursdays

Time spent in my dorm room without my hermit roommate is precious. If pizza and A&W could be delivered to her door and her classes were online she would NEVER EVER LEAVE THAT ROOM. Her heaven is that over-pillowed bed surrounded by sparkly vampire posters.
On Thursdays, her classes begin at 8:30 a.m., while my first is at 2:30 p.m. Leaving me with a solid 5 hours of quality undies time. Most importantly, not only can I wear as LITTLE AS I WANT and listen to WHATEVER I WANT but I can get work done at the same time! Wednesday night I envision vast amounts of impressive homework accomplishment. I think I'm going to use these hours to practice come Arabic, read my Anthropology and start that 10-page paper. Then I get even more carried away thinking not only that, but I will slay that monster of a laundry pile that I have fed to obesity! I will wake myself up obscenely early in order to make full use of all this time! YAY PRODUCTIVITY!
Aaaaand no. I ignore my alarm, waste hours on the internet and pretend there isn't a beast of a laundry pile engulfing my room. Things never go as planned (minus me spending a significant amount of time in my undies and rocking out.) At 1:30, I realize that I have wasted yet another Thursday morning and berate myself for being such a useless slug. I will develop self-discipline! Eventually...