I have this wierd thing where I am actually INCAPABLE of being on time for anything. If I've got ten minutes until I have to be at class, for example, instead of just heading out and being a couple minutes early, I'll check my e-mail instead and make myself two minutes late. This is getting me into trouble with my piano TA, who actually counts tardies and is going to start taking off points from my final grade every time I am tardy in the future.

I have to be at the student center, which is all the way across campus, twenty minutes from RIGHT this second, and yet I am choosing RIGHT NOW to update my blog.

This morning, I didn't do my hair or makeup and I didn't eat breakfast, so I had ample opportunity to be on time for my 8:00 class. Instead, I went a little out of my way to pick up some tea from a coffee shop that is a block away from both my dorm and the building where my piano class is. I wound up about THIRTY SECONDS late.

Luckily, she wasn't counting tardies. Yet.

I don't know what is wrong with me. It's like a compulsion. Deep down, I live in mortal fear of being on time for anything.

I gotta go.

posted at 3:40 PM by Alison

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