It’s 8pm the night before a fairly large research psychology exam and I am sitting on pinterest and Facebook doing things that I could do tomorrow or the next day without it having any significant impact on my life. But nooo. PROCRASTINATION is the world’s biggest disease. Without it, I’m pretty sure we would be getting around on jetpacks, there would be a cure for AIDS, average civilians would be traveling to the moon regularly… Etc, etc. I say this because I, personally, know that I’m not stupid. But my procrastination tendencies are the reason that my marks weren’t good enough to get in for medicine at UCT, like I would have preferred. BUT woe is me, onto some more interesting events. [note: procrastination]

I have an appointment with the American embassy next week Thursday which is so very damn exciting! I paid a shitload of money on the visa website the other day just to secure an appointment, I haven’t even paid for the visa yet! But no one ever said uprooting yourself and going to live in America for 5 months would be cheap. I finish exams next week Tuesday which is also fabulous because it means that I won’t feel bad about Pinteresting all day anymore. And I can start losing some weight before I go to America and chuck it all back on again. The logic here being that I’d rather go there and put on weight I’ve already lost than come back and have to lose a whole bunch of weight just to get back where I started. comprenez-vous?

THEN the week after that I have to go under the knife for the first time in my life (‘coz I’m not sure you can consider being ripped from your mother’s womb through an incision made in HER stomach by a knife surgery on your part) when I get my wisdom teeth out. I know it’s standard procedure and I’m not really worried about getting an OPERATION per se… I’m just fucking out because I don’t want them to put that mask on my face and then fall asleep without having any control over it. That’s bloody terrifying, if you ask me. Oh, and also that ever so slight possibility of waking up while they’re chiseling holes into my jaw, that’s also a little bit worrying.

Thereafter I can start making plans for America ^_^ It’s nice that I can finally start believing that it’s going to happen… It’s taken such a huge load off, especially when speaking to people about it. I’m already panicking about flying by myself and having to coordinate the connecting flight procedure by myself but it will definitely be a growing experience and I am soo darn excitated :D

Off to actually study now, I guess… Here’s hoping that my procrastinatory ass can get a decent mark tomorrow…