What I learned today: there is such a thing as green tea-flavored Pocky and it tastes, according to Jon, "like a dowel rod dipped in pelican shit."

We're doing another DDR night tomorrow and I have a paper due Wednesday which I have spent ALL DAY trying to start it, to no avail. Since 3pm this afternoon all I have managed to do is draw up an outline and write the introduction, which means I will have to miss some, if not all, of DDR tomorrow to get it done. Why am I completely incapable of finishing something unless I have a deadline breathing down my neck? Does my getting A's on the finished products justify this...?

And you know, I've been thinking about the enneagram results I recieved (below). These things must always be taken with a grain of salt, naturally, but I feel like putting them up here with no commentary suggests that they're entirely true. I differ from these results in that I am not particularly concerned with external criticism. I'm interested in the opinions of others but I'll rarely alter my own or my actions because of them. ...I was about to say that I also have a very concrete personal identity, but I just realized I have an entire blog here full of obssessive auto-analyzation which would suggest otherwise. I bet this crap must look pretty melodramatic and boring to anyone who isn't me.