Why procrastination sucks

So I have these friends who have successfully gotten away with procrastination for... well, a long time now; and, I don't know I thought maybe just maybe I would try it. I did this for a number of reasons. One becuase of what I was delaying. I fly out from PA to Mormonville tomorrow. No, today! (As it's 12:30 at night and my sister and I fly out of Baltimore at 6 pm.) And, packing always seems so final. Two maybe everything would magically arrange itself in my suitcase at the last minute and I wouldn't have to face the fact that I won't see some of the most amazing people in the world for another four and a half months. I think I'm beginning to see what I'm really blogging about. It's not procrastination. Even though I discovered that it definitely doesn't work for me. It's leaving all of this behind. Sappy, sappy, Emily. Good grief.

On some positive notes. I came back from the shore a darker shade of fair. This can only be determined by putting my arm next to my stomach. Yeah, the whole two-piece scandal fell through. I really have no guts. Another is the memories I have. My mom being "attacked" by a wave and jumping into my beach chair for protection. This attempt to save herself not only failed miserably but it resulted in her getting a huge bruise on her leg and the two of us toppled in a heap on the beach. We were covered in sand and let's say indecently readjusted in our swimwear. Of course it's much funnier to hear my mom tell the story. She is a character. I'll miss that. And, I'm really happy I can say that I'll miss that. Another great memory of the beach trip is watching my supposedly frugal brother (ha) waste all of his money on one of those vending machine claw things. He did get a dollar bill out of it. (After spending five.) And he was going to take the dollar back home and wave it in our faces to prove that the game could be beat, but then the kid that went next to him put in a quarter and on his first try got five bucks out of the machine. My brother never came back with the dollar. Or anything else for that matter. The dweeb. Boy I love him. :)

So I think I'm getting sentimental again and normally I could care less if I put anyone through the cheesy good stuff, but I'm feeling exceptionally raw tonight. Too much going on that I've had to leave unsaid for tonight. Too much to think about. And, too mono-annoyed of a body to stay awake any longer for all of this. You know I love ya.