Good intentions

I realized something weird just now.

It is extremely hard for me to schedule things in advance, but I will drop whatever I'm doing to do pretty much anything on the spur of the moment.

Being a grad student, at least for me, is pretty different than being an undergrad because a) you actually care about the quality of your work, and b) all-nighters are seen more as a nuisance than a badge of honor (I have yet to pull one in grad school, booyah). As such, I tend to be a lot more focused in my studies and I plan study nights like I would plan social events.

For example, I have 4 papers due next week. FOUR. One of them has been done for a week now, which still boggles my mind because I procrastinate with the best of them, normally. But anyway. Because I have all this crap due next week, I planned to do nothing but glorious paper-writing last night and tonight (tonight meaning Thursday, though technically now it's Friday, I suppose). I've been trying to find a night where I can grab drinks with this guy, and he suggested Wednesday or Thursday, and I was all "No no, papers need to be written. Drinks next week."

I got a text last night about people from my program going to the bar. I didn't even hesitate before exchanging my pajama pants for some jeans and heading out the door. As I walked to the bar with 2 friends, we all said, "We are definitely leaving by 11 so we can go home and do some work." We finally left the bar a little after 1.

Tonight was supposed to be another night in. Then my friend Carolyn called and asked if I wanted to grab dinner. Done. Dinner was over by 8:30, and I said I needed to go home and write some papers. Carolyn suggested I come over to drink wine and watch The Office. We all know which one I chose.

Really, I postponed my sixth (holy crap!) first date of 2009 (number of second dates: 0) so that I could stay in and do work, and then I totally didn't end up staying in anyway. FAIL.

On that note, I think there will be a first date number 7 sometime soon as well. My friend wants to set me up with her fiance's roommate. I asked her to tell me about him and she told me he went to school for woodworking.

I'm just going to let that statement soak in for awhile.