Procrastinating....

So, I am supposed to be doing research for my Intro to Dance class, but instead, I decided to make the most of my evening by doing nothing. Don't get me wrong - the researc I am doing is legitimately interesting, I just don't want to. For example, tonight I learned that Tarantism was believed to be the disease contracted after being bit by a poisonous tarantula and one of the symptoms was uncontrollable, violent dancing, yet the ancing was the conly cure for it. Weird. Then again, this was in the Middle Ages and I think everyone was a little weird then.

Or I could be doing research for the story I am writing which is also pretty darn interesting. The other day I learned that some Evangelicals and conservative Protestants believe that several things can make a person more susceptible to demonic possesion like illicit sex, homosexual sex, drugs, porn. I was reading this and I was just thinking "Yeah, those definitely open a person up to evil spirits." But then I read the next one. Playing Dungeons and Dragons or other RPG games or other games with dragons. Man. I am in trouble. I thought of the same people that I new back home that believed that Harry Potter was satanic. It was just so strange. Then again, this is 2009 and I think everyone is a little strange now.

Or I could be folding my laundry. I did laundry on Thursday, but putting laundry always seems like such a chore to me, so I put it off and off and off. On Thursday I just slept underneath it and on Friday I wrapped it all in a blanket and then put it on the floor by my bed in such a way that it was out of sight from my bedroom door. Clothing burrito. It was awesome, but now I think it is just ridiculous and if I let it get to the one week mark I am officially a lazy-a slob.

On a more random note, I just sent off a text and it reminded me of the sad state of my cell phone. I drop everything. I am so rough on everything that I own. Other people's things I try to be more considerate about, but I have to be very, very conscious about it, like I have borrowed a couple of books from one of my friends who warned me adamantly that if any harm came to them, the consequences would be dire. It was very difficult, but I returned the books unscathed. Or one of them. I still have one. I should return that. Anyway. My phone. So the thing is covered in scratches, dings, and dents. Covered. A couple of weeks ago, however, the number pad fell off, so I have been spending a lot of my time picking up the thin piece of plastic and putting it back where it goes on my phone. However, last night, it fell off during the night and I haven't found it yet. All day I have been blinded by the little LED lights and trying to send off text messages without numbers and letters. Maybe if I get my laundry off the floor I will find it.

Alright. I am going to get to work. Gross.
Adios