Tuesday night will henceforth be known as the Night of Procrastination. I have a bio lab due tomorrow, and it's worth some large percentage of the course grade... I've been home since 1:00 today. Here are the things I've done:

1. Ate lunch and watched Days. Since I was doing two things at the same time, I think this was an effective use of time.
2. Here's where it starts getting bad. Watched two episodes of The Cosby Show; I'm not sure why. They were funny, though. One of them had Denise hooking up her friend with Dr Huxtable because her friend had an STD or something and didn't want to tell her parents. The other was the one when Theo's math teacher came by for dinner and Theo was really, really embarrassed. If I were given the chance, I might watch the Cosby Show all day, which is why I regard it as a very dangerous program that should be taken off the air immediately.
3. Even worse: listened to two episodes of Seinfeld while cleaning the kitchen. I cleaned the counters and the sink, washed the dishes, swept the floor, even emptied the crumb tray of the toaster. I could tell by then that I was just looking for ways to not do my lab report. On the other hand, the kitchen is spotless.
4. Managed to kill an ungodly amount of time surfing soap opera message boards (which are as fascinating as ever - seriously) and Fark. Watched a 40th anniversary interview tribute video thing for Days of Our Lives and pretended to be all nostalgic for things that happened before I was born.
5. Took out the garbage, and managed to organize the paper recyclables (which have been stagnating in a pile for a few weeks - newspaper, magazines, flyers, boxes and all). Took it all out to the curb.
6. Started writing a blog entry.

As you can see, my time management skills are out of this world! At this rate, by the time of my bio lab tomorrow, everything that was ever possible to do will be done. Except my lab report.

My dad bought us a new vacuum cleaner. It's some Dirt Devil stick vacuum thing. I tried it out. You know those orbital floor waxers that spin around violently if you don't hold on to them? That's what this vacuum cleaner is like. Someone had left it on, and when I plugged it in it spun around, hit my foot and fell down. The thing is deceivingly small and light. And by gosh, this thing is loud. Like above-the-threshold-of-pain, should-require-hearing-protection loud. Full sized vacuums are not this loud. I'm already planning waking up at 3am and running this thing to mess with the guys next door.

My friends are getting into the habit of copying my notes during lectures. And aggressively so, as well. They'll lean over so their head is two inches from my nose to see, and physically move my hand if it's blocking that last word. Sometimes they copy what I write even if it's exactly the same thing the professor wrote on the transparency; apparently they can't read his writing. This, however, applies to three different professors.

My sister is talking to someone on her cellphone and it's really distracting.